Philippa and I went out for a meal this evening. I realised I was in the wrong yesterday and that I’ve been a bit flippant and childish with her, so I booked us in for a nice meal at an Indian restaurant.
I expected her to be overjoyed and overwhelmed when I told her, but when she got home she just said “You stupid twat, I’ve already booked us into the Chinese place on Rowe Street. I booked it ages ago as a birthday surprise.”
I said “Well, I didn’t know that, did I? You didn’t tell me you’d done that, did you?”
She said “No, you stupid shit, because it was a surprise”
Thankfully we laughed about it before things got any more heated; and thankfully I’d booked the Indian using a false name and number so we won’t get into any trouble.
It’s my birthday tomorrow, so please don’t expect me to post a blog. I shall be enjoying myself at Ted and Beryl’s, and probably very drunk.
RC 19-1-13
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