Well I ended up in the hospital emergency where they managed to get my superglued slippers off (when they had stopped laughing that is).
It hurt quite a lot and it was painful to walk afterwards, and I wondered if I would ever be able to kick a ball straight again, then I remembered I couldn't kick a ball straight anyway lately.
When we got home we went straight to bed to carry on where we left off. Unfortunately I got a bit carried away and I shouted out 'Rebecca' a couple of times and got a smacking from Posh who ended the session.
Next morning was a bit strained at breakfast, and we ate our cornflakes and caviar sandwiches in silence.
I decided to say sorry by means of a special lunch and went off to find the food processor, and then remembered it was his day off. So it looks like it will have to be a chinese again. (I don't ...
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