The husband flew to a wedding in Australia today with his siblings and parents. We said goodbye in customary fashion by going out for a romantic dinner last night then squeezing in a quick argument about suitcases before he left this morning. If, God forbid, I don't ever see him again, my final words were 'I love you even if you are a complete twat.'
My neighbour's husband is also away for a few days on a fishing trip so she's bringing her children over at 5pm for tea. We have got 3 tins of baked beans, a loaf of bread and two bottles of Lindauer bubbles. That should do us nicely.
Hilarious, aaah the joys of marriage. We have even more esoteric squabblesReplyDelete
about why he eschewed garbonzo beans for year and now eats them for breakfast on a new health kick...its like living with a 16 year old girl.