My back is broken and I'm aching like a bastard so yesterday lying in bed thinking of a lie in she says (you know what the living room looks scruffy now that you've glossed the other side of the door i think I'll go get more gloss and have a go at it myself later)
Oh and the bottom paper needs replacing so I'll do that too. And it needs doing before the christmas tree goes up next weekend
She comes back with the gloss and says how are YOU

well i openly admitted on here last week that i never take her shopping and it seems she's quite happy with that because she knows while shopping that I'll be here using the tools and materials she bought on her previous shopping trip.... It's taken me nearly 20 years to realise jush how much of a clever conniving bitch she really is.
ARGGGHHHHHHHHH f*cking women.

