If he doesn’t get his ass in gear and get the painting at least started before the end of next week, he’ll find I’ll have it finished by the time he gets home from work on day one.! I am not fucking around with this.
Irritated beyond comprehension by the lack of Bear’s control over his bloody annoying daughter, both were in the firing line of my damned-near volcanic temper.
Like that makes it worth the 45 minutes you just spent cleaning everywhere and negates the fact they’ve just flushed the bloody expensive anti-lime toilet cleaner you squirted in there straight down the drain. Thanks kid. Next time, you can clean the loo.
She’ll have to be far more blatant than that if she wants him to get the hint. A breeze block to the head with ‘I WANT TO GET MARRIED’ on it might do the trick… but I doubt it.
He eats Vindaloo like it’s korma and ate a big bowl of chicken wings that had been spiced with Carolina Reaper peppers while we were in Prague a couple of years ago.
I got a Brexit letter yesterday from the local council, telling me that as some point between now and December 31 2020 I will be invited to apply for permanent residency in the Netherlands.
He said it was okay to bring meat and vegetarian stuff, but I’d find that quite offensive when everyone I know knows I’m vegan and then brings animal flesh and produce into my home.
Dinner’s done and cooling, ready to go in a container for Bear to take to work. I made a North African Shakshuka today, that’s accompanied by Greek yoghurt and a toasted Turkish flatbread with Italian olive oil.
It also means he won’t be calling me to talk bollocks for 3 hours or more until he gets a new one, and I mean that in a loving, motherly way…
For the first time, in a lot of months, Bear spent the evening with me… WITHOUT his iPad or phone.!! \o/ I can’t even remember far enough back to recall how long it’s been since that’s happened.