Mr. Moon

Nelly watching some TV before bed.
Finally watching some tennis, epic 5th set between Tsonga and Querry, some dithering about carrying on in fading light.
Betty has an assignation on Saturday that I'm all of a dither about, plus she went to the garage for milk BY HERSELF. Nelly pipes up "Is she actually going?"
Nelly also advised me we should go on a Disney cruise so I can relax. It said so on the telly apparently. She's got an itchy tongue too. I told her it's from speaking too much rubbish, and got her to rinse with mouthwash. Pronounced disgusting!