Thought I'd open a bottle of Pinot to have a quiet night in with T. He seems to be sulking at the moment, probably because I've tried to ignore him over the past few days.
Spoke to soon and there was silly me thinking that it was someone at the front door.
Thinking about playing a bit of Dean Martin or a bit of frank. It's my type of music not his but he can't get everything his own way. I'm going to light a fag up in a minute. He hates that as I hold my breath right until the last minute to smoke the little *#*#*#d out.
Have a nice evening guys
Whacky