Last night after reading a book about a particularly devious abusive husband Charlie said this to me.
“I’m glad you don’t use your intelligence for evil.”
Thanks babe, it’s good to have my choice to not be a supervillian reaffirmed. Although I think you may be overestimating my genius.
“Sixteen Twenty Six!”
“You’re either angry or you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sixteen Twenty Six! That’s when the train is arriving on Sunday, you need to pick me up from the station.”
“You seem to think its odd that I didn’t immediately get that. You basically just shouted a number in the middle of eating a mince pie and I’m supposed to know what the hell you mean.”
“You could have at least given me a fighting chance by saying twenty-five past four. At least then I wouldn’t think you were yelling random years out.”
Charlie also seems to believe that words such as “he” and “she” are magic, and that if she changes the person she’s referring to when using one of these words, you will not need to be informed and will know psychically.
This one’s complete gibberish, I can’t decipher it, it’s bollocks.
Anyone got any ideas? Answers on a postcard. Or in the comments section, that might be easier.