Of Graphic Gutsiness March 16, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 19 commentsHurrumph (as they used to say in the olden days). Lovely bf is going through another one of his phases of thinking he’s funny. Take Friday evening for instance.
Me, sighing: ‘Ugh, I feel grotty. A bit bleurgh. Hormones, probably.’
Him, rolling his eyes: ‘Again? Surely you just mean grumpy? Bad tempered. Your usual self. Hormones only happen once a month, don’t they?’
I scowl a bit, as you can imagine, and bang some doors. I have a little drink of wine and contemplate what it would be like to go out with someone nice. I have another glass of wine and think that it’s a good job lovely bf is keeping a low profile and wonder how long it will be before he dares to emerge from his study with a posy of apologies.
Eventually, he emerges from his study. He does not look sorry at all. In fact, he looks a bit smug.
‘I’ve emailed you,’ he smirks.
He’s brave, you’ve got to give him that.
