I must be a bit run-down after all the exams and travelling and stuff — I woke up in our shoddy Gatwick hotel room this morning with a burning throat and the hugest spot on my arse. (Actually, I think it might be a boil, it's that big, but I don't want to say "I have a boil on my arse" on my blog — I find that kind of language distasteful).
Well, at least this exhaustion explains why I just had to start a fight with Bjarni as we took the train to London together yesterday. Really, the guy didn't stand a chance, not after he said something about us "renewing gym membership in the new year". Um, alarm bells much? He obviously doesn't fancy me anymore. And so I jotted it down next to all the other innocent comments he's ever made, in that mental notebook I keep just in case I ever need to have an emotional outburst in a posh London restaurant on the third day of our Christmas holiday.
By the time we were halfway through the main course I'd decided we were best off breaking up and said I'd be getting the first train back to Wales the next morning, while Bjarni sat there rubbing his brow and trying not to look at his watch.
We're best friends again now.
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Thank you for the chuckles and giggles. Surely I am not a mean person, neither would I, no way in hell, laugh at you for a possible PMS incident or showing signs of exhaustion and a real need for this holiday you are finally on. Yet you describe any dramas that unfold in your world in such a warm, cute, carefree way that I can do nothing but giggle when I am reading. A little later, it occurs to me and I put an end to the giggles with an "aww, I hope all is well".
ReplyDeleteGx
Despite the provocation, Bjarni clearly can't resist that huge, bulbous pustule on your rump.
ReplyDeleteYay!! Even though you write like a superhuman, you're just a normal rubbish woman like the rest of us. That could have been a blogpost of mine, but only if it sounded much duller. I'm glad your lovely man just takes it and still loves you :)
ReplyDeletehappy christmas annie, a chroí, and may all your scrapping end with photos like that one :-)
ReplyDeleteBjarni hasn't seen the growth on my arse, I'm too ashamed of it to show him. I just make sure I back out of the bedroom and keep it covered up as best as possible.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks :)
I'm really glad you're friends again, but what's with the insane glint in Bjarni's eye?
ReplyDeleteThat SOOOO sounds like my wife....
ReplyDeleteYou've chosen the perfect career in film then. Oh, the drama!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you've both come to your collective senses and worked it out quickly.
Enjoy your holiday.
Ah Women. Nature's way of punishing us for not paying enough attention during conversation.
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoyed your stay in London. It's great when there is no-one here! I feel like a kid who has been locked in a shopping mall overnight.