Me: I see you’ve got a pink pen.
Her: I hate pink.
Me: Where did that come from?
Her: Internalised misogyny, probably.
Me: Oh, I was thinking, maybe Eason’s.
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Charles Locksays
More likely it was smuggled in by a house elf working under cover for the patriarchy. I could do with some house elves of any persuasion as it’s raining cats and dogs, I have been told that we should be decorating today and my tomatoes need repotting and the broad beans need attention.
Beans are in, mirror hung, agapanthus rescued from pot and divided, tomatoes potted on, this retirement lark is full on. Now I need to see if I can squeeze in all the seedlings because I did not do the planning before the planting…
More likely it was smuggled in by a house elf working under cover for the patriarchy. I could do with some house elves of any persuasion as it’s raining cats and dogs, I have been told that we should be decorating today and my tomatoes need repotting and the broad beans need attention.
That sounds idyllic, Charles…
Beans are in, mirror hung, agapanthus rescued from pot and divided, tomatoes potted on, this retirement lark is full on. Now I need to see if I can squeeze in all the seedlings because I did not do the planning before the planting…
It sounds absolutely idyllic. I am SO ready to retire.