I sat with my head in my hand and picked gingerly at my chips. It was meant to be a good dinner, but, sadly, nothing about it was. Tomato ketchup instead of peppercorn sauce? Peas instead of green beans? No, this was sub-standard for what we'd normally cook up. "I just don't know anymore, I … Continue reading Raunchy Ramble: From Beyond Closed Doors
"Votes are here, love" I said, handing Wolfie his postal vote. We vote by post for convenience reasons. Him because he typically uses public transport to get to and from work which takes up more of that polling booth opening time, and me because those dreaded places seriously exacerbate my lifelong Generalized Anxiety Disorder. At … Continue reading Married To Master: Chapter 5- Submission & Feminism
Why I've stopped making my husband's sandwiches.