Spidergran ‘ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…get me a tissue….ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…oh you’ll have to excuse me I need the loo’.
As you can imagine this sort of thing hardly bolsters my argument.
So I genuinely start off every night thinking ‘ I am not going to harrass him, he will do it in his own time’. and before I know it I am huffing and puffing about hperventilating waiting for some action on the book front until I snap.
‘Is that you finished studying for the night’ I say gently, trying to affect the air of a smiling, calm Stepford woman and failing.
Seeing my mad eye and worrying tick, he answers ‘ Em…no I ‘ll go back to it…for a while…..later’.
Puce in face, with palpitations imminent, sometimes I smile and walk away. Sometimes I go for it. Either way the result is always the same grumpy him, grumpy me and a regretful silence as we part company for the evening. Him to his room, me to dream of an alternative existence.
Ah yes the alternative existence. This is the one where we just think bugger it and all run off to Australia where he can play rugby all day and all year and I can lie by a swimming pool reading and writing and repapplying my Factor 50 each time I go to the bar to replenish my gin & tonic. LSH still straddles but not so much the mood swings of his hormonal housemates more the prow of his wee wooden fishing boat as he plouters about catching our tea. Yes there are other ways……breaking out from our Scottishness is always on my mind…
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