My friend from round the corner skyped me from her hotel room in Dubai where she is having a whale of a time. She asked me what was new with me, and I had that horrible clanging echo in my head which means I couldn't thing of a single news item. Uh. Uh. Come on, brain! No. No. Nothing. Is anyone else familiar with this everyone-else-is-in-their-own-beer-commercial and-I-am-at-home-eating-stale-digestive-biscuits syndrome?
Must get out more.
And so I am going to embarrass us all with some probably entirely unwelcome insights into my marriage.
Last night, the JB earned himself a prod for snoring. What? he said, all offended. I've been awake since I got into bed. If that's the case, you won't mind my prodding you, will you? Also. stop. snoooor.ing.
And while I am on the subject,I am going to have to impose a daily question limit on him. Or maybe he could just pause for a milli-second to engage his over-educated brain before he asks me:
- Something he already knows
- Something I could not possibly know
- Something no one can know.
From the final category, the recent classic:
What does it mean, tartan?