Every weekday, I head home around 5.30pm on the bus and wonder what will be in store for me when I put the key through the door. Being married to Mr.B is anything but predictable! For instance, the other day we were talking about the options available with regard to childbirth. Mr.B didn’t seem to fathom the severity of my argument so I asked him; ‘When the time comes, what will you do if I pass out?’He bobbed his head and responded with; ‘Did you pack your clothes at your aunt’s house?Yes, that’s right. He quoted Tine-Tempah! (See Below)
While on the bus yesterday, I tried to prepare myself for what to expect, but no amount of preparation would’ve sufficed. As I pulled my shoes off and longed to lie back, Mr.B turns to me with;‘So, I was talking to a couple of friends and I think I’m going about this writing thing the wrong way. I think it's time I start writing soft erotica.’Lost for words, I covered my face with the palm of my hand and wondered even if God knew what I would be coming home to tomorrow!
Marriage Tip No. 52: The only predictable facet of marriage is its unpredictability.‘With a quivering bottom lip, she gasped, “Welcome to our Married life”’
