Cheers, dollface.
She is asleep. Thank goodness.
I wanted to cook dinner for my husband. For once. I still did but it was hardly relaxing
DH: so, have you heard from . . .
Me: I'll go
Me: still not fucking asleep. She had ripped Ewan from his perch and he was all wet when I rescued him.
Me: anyway. Yeah, she called earlier and . . .
DH: I'll go this time
And so on.
I would like you to know, however, that on finding a fruit fly in my wine just now I calmly fished it out and placed it on my napkin before blowing on it gently to dry it off.
I am owed one