Tonight I got home and said to Monsieur P
"I've only gone and lost my favourite scarf, my big fluffy comforter" (this is earth shattering as I am addicted to said scarf)
P: "oh no, well actually... I've lost the scarf you bought me." (grimace as this was Christmas present)
Me: "oh no!.... ok if we are confessing I lost your grey hat"...
"...And I've got 3 single gloves..." (So thinking I'll be told how careless I am tut tut...)
P: "ok if we are talking confessing, I've got quite a big one... Maybe you should sit down."
Me: "why?? what??!..."
And P rolled up his sleeve up to reveal some serious ink! A real tattoo (I went to rub it off).
Just like that on a Monday.
Whatever next?! Will he have a barbed wire necklace the next time the day has a 'y' in it??
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