So now I have to bloody wait up for it to finish, and then hang it dry, hope it's arsing dry by 6am, which is when I'll have to get up and iron the fucking box pleats in her tunic. I could cry. And yet murder him while weeping.
And he's leaving to catch a flight at 5am, so has buggered off to bed.
I feel murderous, I really do...
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