I am completely knackered after the unscheduled tea-time visit yesterday from She Whom Won't Be Mentioned By Name (one of Those Women), as you can imagine. I can still get a whiff of the dog poo in the foyer. Bloody hell, I thought she would never leave. I plan on a lovely lie-in today with my telly.
Thankfully, William decided we could afford a Netflix account. My queue is full of a new favorite American programme. Workaholics. I nearly pissed myself laughing. I'm quite smitten with these naughty boys. They actually remind of me of a certain ginger I know.
Don't tell anyone.
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