Thursday Didn’t Just Come Here To Dance

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I have been watching some Glastonbury clips this morning and must say that Carly Ray Jepson’s I Didn’t Just Come Here To Dance is an absolute MARVEL. I know Moopy loves her but I haven’t really delved in to her music in any great detail other than the obvious.
 
Quite a few people elsewhere today in the office so I'm actually getting stuff done. Nice.
 
I haven't done a big shop for well over a month because I was doing an experiment, I was waiting to see how long it would take Mr F to ask "shall I do an online shop while you're at work?". I was convinced he'd have caved by a fortnight ago, but he didn't, and since then I've been seething inside about how lazy he is. Last night I was again confronted by bare shelves in the fridge and my milk was three days past semi-curdled so I decided to take the afternoon off today and go shopping. Arrived home an hour ago with the shopping, packed it all away then sat down with my brew in the living room and told him about my experiment. I expected excuses and grumbling but he laughed and told me he'd been on the phone with spawn three weeks ago and told her "your mum's really worried about money at the moment and she's not done any proper shopping for weeks so I've been eating stuff out of the freezer. I think we might have run out of money and she doesn't get paid for another week so I don't want to ask her if she wants me to do an order while she's at work.".

For clarification, I pick bits up from Morrisons on the way to work most days (dinners and teas), we haven't been starving.
 
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Amazes me that anyone in a marriage does this. You're just asking to get angry 😂
It's Diablo 3's fault (or whatever number the new bloody computer game is).

You are correct. But once I'd started I found I couldn't stop and the longer it went on the harder it became to fess up :D
 
Back in the days when you could get into plugs, my former uncle occasionally used to disconnect the wires on something like the iron or the hoover to see how long it took my aunt to notice. They’re divorced now, I’m delighted to say.
 
Back in the days when you could get into plugs, my former uncle occasionally used to disconnect the wires on something like the iron or the hoover to see how long it took my aunt to notice. They’re divorced now, I’m delighted to say.

Thats a level of pettiness I aspire to
 

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