Good Freaking God.
I am more thrilled than I can say! Thank you, my dears, you have made me very happy.
So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how predictable is the following scenario?
I warn dp 3 weeks ago that my 40th is approaching. Due to him having previous with shite birthday organization, I explain clearly that although I don't care about money-spending, it is...
a. important to me
b. important to me
c. important to me.
Imagine my surprise therefore, to discover the day before the Big Day that he has failed to book our only nice local restaurant (which is now fully booked.)
Imagine the silence. Imagine the opening of the wine at 4pm, and the "is it too much to ask that once, just once in a decade, we do something for ME?" Imagine the level in the bottle of Casa Cheapo getting lower, imagine the trails of snot from my nose joining with the tear tracks to create a beard of misery which hangs precariously from my chin. Imagine him blaming the weather/being poorly/under pressure.. etc etc.
Aaaanyways. I managed to put the babysitting friend back a day and we have just come back from a lovely evening at said nice local restaurant.
We did NOT have sex last night. We might not have sex now either since the portions were far too generous. Still, no harm in trying, I don't believe?
Thank you Pol my dearest.
JV astonishing patience under fire.
xx