I have a backup plan. If I keep treating fuddy like ****e I won't need to worry about living too much longer.
I dingied her on Valentines just after she learned she's getting called back after her mammogram. Am a right ****.
She was up puking all night Saturday after a wee bit of shellfish poisoning. I slept throughout her violent projectile vomiting and calling out for me. She isny havin a good time of it at the moment. Am a right ****.
Got a lovely Valentines card from her... "Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering how I got so lucky... wouldn't change you for the world" PS. She still had to make ma cooked brekkie on Sunday.