Slippery Slope

It was her turn to wash up, of that he was sure.

Hornet’s nest

I’d only popped in for a quick coffee. She’d said not to bother, but what with everything I thought she’d be happy to see me. I’d even bought a few bits. A cute little sleep-suit, some nappies, that sort of thing. Anyway we got chatting, well I did (she seemed exhausted) and we started reminiscing about […]

“Gah!”

“What is it?” “What do you mean, ‘what is it?’ Don’t you like it?” “It’s… well, I mean it’s, erm… it’s unusual.” “You don’t like it.” “No, no. No I mean, I didn’t say that. It’s just… different is all.” “You hate it. I should have known.” “I don’t hate it. But I don’t not […]