Evening all
DH and I went to Edinburgh at the weekend to deliver a customer's car back to him (DH thought I would find it 'fun').
We got lost in Central Edinburgh, as they had shut quite a few roads because of the 6 Nations at Murrayfield on Sunday and the Sat Nav just got more and more hysterical as we sailed past the Greyfriars Bobby Pub for the fourth time.
I pointed out to DH (I was rather fed up by this point) that it was a little like our relationship, going round in circles but getting nowhere. A bit cruel, but we've had a few problems - if I had 4 wheels and an engine and was WORTH MONEY I would be more precious to him. The other night he watched me stagger in with shopping (that I'm not supposed to go and get as I should not be pushing trolleys) and then watched me put it all away, after I had tearfully pointed out to him that I was in extreme pain (SPD, quite a few of you know the pain, I am always banging on about it), then sat on his arse in the living room, while I sobbed in pain in the kitchen. Whilst making tea. Yes, I was making everyone's tea after doing the shopping and putting the shopping away. After a full day at work. Martyr, me?
He had booked us into a gorgeous 5 star Hotel in Edinburgh though, with a HUGE Jacuzzi bath (oh the bliss), the comfiest bed ever.........He is forgiven.
Sorry for the rant - I think I only ever post whiney whinges on here.
Got an email from one of our Supervisors today (yes, a grown man with a responsible job), wondering if I had had 'defecates' locating his flight booking. I think he meant difficulties.