Especially when it comes just before bath & bedtime. It's Friday night and because he was out last night and tonight, they didn't want to go swimming and I didn't want to make them go, we picked him up from the station and stopped off at the supermarket and bought the bottle of wine I wasn't going to drink tonight.
They stayed up til 8 before they both fell asleep in front of the opening night of the rugby world cup, which was about 15 minutes after I did. Am now watching P.S. I Love You on tape, which if it and this week's Brothers and Sisters is to believed, then if he ever dies I'm in like a shot to meet intellectually inferior physically superior men and rekindle my love life. Hmm.
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