I don't know. It seems like a kinda big thing.
The Good Lady chewed her bottom lip in that way that shit Hollywood's actors do when they want someone to know they're game for some beef billiards.
Except, I wasn't chalking my cue. No. This was serious.
I know, I know.
I sighed heavily and looked off, pensively, into the distance.
We had arrived home from our little holiday up in the bitter North reaches of Scotland.
After unpacking several tonnes of luggage and supplies from every orifice that the car had, we had settled down with a breath of relief.
After all, it's nice to go away for a trip but it's always a pleasure to get home again.
Although, now we had found ourselves faced with a thorny dilemma.
I mean, it would be for the best, wouldn't it?
The Good Lady ventured, as if fearing that I would go full Acapulco at her words.
I shook my head.
I suppose.
I looked around for a stone to sulkily kick but there was none. I settled for kicking one of the cats instead.
That's for scratching my foot in the middle of the night three years ago you furry little cat bastard.
I snarled inwardly
Right. We are agreed?
Asked the Good Lady hesitantly.
It's just... It's just that it doesn't feel right. This is a big decision and not one we should take lightly. What if we regret it?
I found myself pleading, as if it were my birthday and I had given my lad an extra vigorous scrub in the shower in the vain hope that the Good Lady would give in to my request for a tune to be played on the ham harmonica.
The Good Lady reached over and patted me on the arm.
We have been drinking every night since the start of your holiday. I don't think one night off it will do us any harm.
I tugged my arm away.
But it's my holiday!
I wailed.
I know. I know. It's just one night. We will feel a lot better in the morning and then we can have some wine tomorrow, eh?
She said with a placating smile.
Alright...
I huffed.
Just one night...
