I hurried home from work today to be able to spend some time with poor Mark before I went home to Graham. Mark is still running a fever and has a terrible cough so he doesn’t get much sleep and I wanted to be with him a while, cheer him up.
Mark had texted me at lunch telling me I needn’t bother about bringing him food today, but I picked up some snacks from M&S anyway on my way home.
So I stormed into the kitchen with my parcels and was quite surprised to hear shouting in the living room. Had to go and have a look.
And there were Mark and Graham watching rugger, beer cans in hand and black olives, crisps and hummus all over the table. =0
I must have looked really gobsmacked because they both laughed and cracked like 1000 jokes about me, polygamy and the whole shebang. Fine, I can take it.
Is this the way it’s going to be now? How do I feel about this? I need to give it some thought. Right now I’m happy just sitting here in the sofa with a beer can, laptop on my knee, watching the two men I love shout insults at a poor referee in too tight shorts.