At a little after 4pm this afternoon. my phone rang.
It had been a pretty busy week, peaking with a big meeting yesterday, and I was winding down towards the weekend when my phone played "The Imperial March" -- my wife's ringtone for most of the last 15 years, and boy did she love this scene in Ted.
"Hello. Are you nearly done?" She was working at home today after the normal busy week.
"Well, I've a couple of things to finish off, but I was thinking of heading off pretty soon"
"Good, because we need to go to the vet to pick up the cat's flea and worm drops, and I thought we could pop across to Morrisons whilst we're there to pick up some dishwasher tabs"
As I hung up, I turned round to see the only member of my team still in the office looking at me and shaking his head sadly.
"The vet and then dishwasher tabs? On a Friday night? You are literally living the dream right now"
It's hard to argue.
He went on to suggest that "to be honest, it doesn't sound like a two person job"... but I haven't lasted 17 years in this relationship by entertaining thoughts like that.
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