Tidied up?
Have you tidied up?" I asked my wife earlier.
"Of course I'VE tidied up!" she snapped. "Who else does? Certainly not you, eh!? No, definitely not you. Because YOU do sweet
all around here. You don't do any of the cleaning, don't go near the stove or look after the kids at all. Jesus, I can't even get you to walk the dog, so yes, YES I've tidied up".
"Well in that case, have you seen a sheet of paper I'd left out?" I asked. "It's got some plans on it that I drew up".
"Oh, riiiiight" she said, sarcastically. "Mr D-I-
-Y and his clever-arse ideas. NO! I haven't seen your stupid
plans".
"Bloody hell" I groaned. "I was going to lay a patio in the garden".
"A bl**dy patio?" she sniggered "Over my dead body".
"AH HA!!!
"Of course I'VE tidied up!" she snapped. "Who else does? Certainly not you, eh!? No, definitely not you. Because YOU do sweet
"Well in that case, have you seen a sheet of paper I'd left out?" I asked. "It's got some plans on it that I drew up".
"Oh, riiiiight" she said, sarcastically. "Mr D-I-
"Bloody hell" I groaned. "I was going to lay a patio in the garden".
"A bl**dy patio?" she sniggered "Over my dead body".
"AH HA!!!
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