I said, he said we both sulked....
K also has a cold, which in manspeak equates to virulent flu so I'm sleeping in the spare room. I spent the night tossing and turning, battling strange dreams and journeying to the toilet on a thirty minute basis.
This morning the butterflies and bunnies that usually wake me were hiding, they had probably heard my mood was somewhat "sullen" and decided that pulling my covers off whilst sweetly tweeting "good morning, its a beautiful day" would be received in a verbal barrage comparable to an AK47 being fired in a small toilet.
Today definitely feels like this
