My first, my last....

Today was one of those days at work which drove me outside to the car park to scream in frustration.

I came home; himself patted me on the head, placed me in a comfy chair and said 'drink wine'

He left, i slept for half an hour and then sat and contemplated what to do and then me
Mam visited. I bemoaned to her for an hour about my crap day and then she left and then i got wine.

I text himself and said 'i would really like
Chocolate'

He came in and did that thing where he pretended not to have chocolate and then said yes i do, and began to rake about in his pockets and then his face fell and then the awful truth dawned on him ... He put my chocolate in someone else's pocket.

I was sad, but not inconsolable.

But he said 'i must have chocolate somewhere.....'

And subsequently appeared with this!

How the hell can men keep chocolate and not eat it!??eh !!


























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