It was a perfect storm of no sleep, no wife and angry brushes whirring towards me
Last Thursday was Husband’s birthday (I won’t tell you his age, it’s impolite) and we both decided to take a few days off work to give ourselves a five day weekend. The Thursday was spent up in London, after he’d unwrapped his presents. I did take a photo of what I bought him, but the … More It was a perfect storm of no sleep, no wife and angry brushes whirring towards me