We had such a good time at the fireworks this week that we’re going to another display tomorrow.
It was my idea. I’m pretending it’s because bonfires make me feel romantic, but It’s mostly to get Philippa out of the house before she starts cleaning it yet again. She seems determined to scrub the pattern off the carpets before David and Becky come back next week. Seriously - I’m starting to think this is a real problem. She’s started watching dust specks fall from the sky and is determined to stop them before they hit the furniture. I think I’m engaged to Howard Hughes.
My only hope of a nearly-sane week is to distract her. She won’t let us have sex in case the mattress gets dirty, so it has to be outside activities or alcohol. So tomorrow is all about a funfair and fireworks; tonight is all about red wine and “Rocky”
RC 9-11-13
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