I've seemingly been sent to 'Coventry' by MM.
I'm absolutely devastated.
If they don't speak they can't argue
My blood pressure is falling as I type.
She was still up tapping away on Faceache at 01:00 this morning. I'd normally admonish her for that, then I thought nah. Late to pit, late to showing her sulky face.
I'm going to have to break the news to her that I don't want her accompanying me to a classic car show in West Brom. tomorrow now though.
Just me and young G jnr to feast our eyes on all that lovely machinery.
There may be chocolate and cake involved too.