Hoovering! I knew there was something I needed to do I say 'I', but I mean TYF. I did some vague tidying up this week, so now remainder of housework is for him to do. I'm very much the 1960s husband in many ways Welcome back, Decaff! And Aries, I have to say I'd rather have slightly grubby white knickknacks than wash them with net curtain whitener - think of the chemical residue from it on your area!
I am an OCD Ecover-only-Hippy, what of it?
Well, I let TYF persuade me to have Teh Secs and I'm glad I did, because, as a prelude, he gave me possibly the best orgasm(s) of my life . TMI? Tough, it was the sort you have to boast about! Then, after expert lovings, we napped for 2 hours! Then we woke and made up puerile Dr Who songs for ages (that's how we roll, beyatches!) and I said, when we've got kids, we'll not be able to do this sort of thing. And he replied, nah, I have every confidence you'll be able to keep the kids quiet so they don't disturb me! The swine! Then things were marred by hearing the toddler upstairs running about and her Dad bellowing 'Do I look like I'm fucking laughing, you little bastard? Get! Here! NOW!' and then her wailing I nearly suffocated in my own judgypants as the 'somepeopledon'tdeservekids' area of my brain went into hyperdrive Don't think he hit her or owt, but it made us both v sad to think of kids having to grow up being treated like that.
Head, as a long-time fringe bearer I feel your pain. Years ago, I was having mine trimmed and the coiffeur sneezed and basically cut out the whole middle section. I then had to have it all cut to a length - or should I say, shortness - that made me look like I was playing an offensively-stereotyped Special Needs kid in a tasteless ITV drama from the 70s. It didn't help that I was going through a phase of dressing like a retro geek at the time, which just magnified the effect...