Done NOTHING this week. It feels so wrong. I could barely stand, sit or lay still. The house is spotless. I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom and living room every day this week. Even the front porch got a good seeing to. I've scrubbed my front door knob so many times this week I can see my disapproving face everytime I look at it.
Missus has been working crazy hours (at her work). Then she goes to her yoda class or pillities class, then, when she gets home she eats and goes straight to bed and straight to sleep. We barely see each other. Actually it's probably about the same as when I was working. So, we fully embrace our time together at the weekend when she's off and so are my mates. Well looking forward to the weekend: football at noon down in The Horse's Exit. Chow down on thier lovely pub carvery. Nip to the bookies for a few cheeky bets. Few more pints. Watch the 5.30 game. Few more pints. Back home. Catch up with the missus. Down a few cheap tinnies of our favourite Eastern European lager: Kurwaski. We have a quickie quickie. Shit, shave, shower. Then it's my turn to scrub up. Then out we go for our romantic night: pints with the lads and their birds in The Duck's Arse. Cheap shots in Twazzles. It's 10 sambuca's for the price of 6 and a half in there on Saturdays. And ladies get a free jug of Slippery Nipple if they flash their panties and boobies. It's great!! My missus always says no at the start but that's why we have a skinfull before heading there so she, and my mates birds, are less reluctant. Then we're all nicely oiled heading into The Cumingoes Bar to boogie the night away.
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