Well it's TT fortnight again and we're not going this year, but dh appears to think he can spend the entire fortnight glued to Manx radio on the internet. Last night he came home at 6:30 and put the radio on, completely ignoring me and ds, who he hadn't seen all day. Ds called him from the garden as he wanted to show him how he could balance on his balance bike ( he only got it a week ago for his 2 nd birthday so is quite an achievement!) and he just shouted 'what?!' back then 'I'm busy' when ds kept shouting.
After I put ds to bed, dh moaned at me for putting the tv on as he couldn't hear the radio, then this morning ds actually slept til 7:50 which is amazing for him, but I was rudely awoken at 7:30 from bein properly asleep by dh putting the damn radio back on his phone and I had to wake up to the sound of effing BAT OUT OF HELL by meatloaf! I mean really! Dh souls have gone mental at me if I'd have done something like that
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