Philippa just called me a “bollocksing bastard shitface”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one before…
Apparently I promised to pick up some milk on the way back from Ted’s last night, and forgot. Now she can’t have her bran flakes with strawberries on. Grumpy cow. I told her to sod off down the shop herself and get some and she flew into a tizzy. She said ‘why couldn’t you bring some home from work. You were in a sodding supermarket for Christ’s sake’
I replied with “Well maybe when I finish a 10-hour shift in a shop I don’t want to stay there to do your ****ing shopping”
It could be another one of those days…
I’m not even sure ‘tizzy’ is a word so if it becomes part of the culture in the future, remember you heard it hear first!
RC 27-4-13
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