Every so often Philippa and I have an argument that is so ferocious it could lift the roof off a building. Today’s was about Bonfire Night. She wants to go to the annual seaside charity event that we went to last year. I looked at the weather forecast and said “I think we should miss it this time and have a quiet evening in.” I then had to be called a selfish, lazy bastard, and be told that she NEVER gets to do what she’d like to do. I pointed out that she recently spent a whole weekend away getting drunk and playing games with her sports chums, and then I had to be called a lazy, selfish bastard because I hadn’t gone along to support her. We went round and round for a bit before I shouted “It’s going to be pouring with rain. I could easily re-start my chest infection” which I thought was very important.
She said (loudly) “You haven’t had a chest infection you stupid arsehole, you made that up to have time off work”
I realised she had a point, so we’re off to the fireworks shortly.
Sunday’s blog, by the way, was exactly 500 words. I know - I’m a genius.
RC 5-11-13
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