We’ve broken something already.
I was cooking tea in the wonderful, spacious, modern kitchen, while Philippa was polishing things that looked like she’d already polished them this morning. In a moment of spectacularly bad timing, I dropped a colander full of hot vegetables onto the table at the very second after Philippa had put the kitchen mirror down to spray it with Windolene. It now has a big crack right across the middle of it. Philippa almost burst into tears but decided her time and breath would be better spent in calling me a variety of names while hitting me with a duster. If this is what co-habitation is like, you can keep it…
RC 23-5-12
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