You know what I mean, a drink out, a trip to the movies, a family trip somewhere for the day, even a suggestion of a fucking DVD, an idea the does not involve watching QI on a Friday night or Match of the Day on a Saturday night with a Sainsburys £10 indian take away box. Something simple that does not take much thought. I feel like I am living with a marshmallow, an inert object, prod a little, reponds with a dint then poofs right back into the same lump of nothingness. Talk about set in his ways, so BORING. We do do stuff but only upon my thoughts and organisation.
He was in London for the last 3 days, I asked him to get me an Evening Standard (we used to live there and I like the paper) they give them away free now but no, he did not even manage to do that.
I am off to check his pulse and his brain wave activity.