Friday, 6 February 2015
I can do this
but it's just . . . I prefer not to, what with the dodgy hip and that weird shoulder ache, and then if I fell over . . . you know, who'd take the dogs out during the day . . . Shit! maybe next life.
Person in bed under blue and white duvet: "Oh, Christ, not that bloody tune again — look just come back to bed and get lucky, or at least bring me some tea!"