Our last two days have been spent clearing numerous bits of crap out from around the house, something that has led to numerous arguments, with heated topics including: where will we put all our rubbish bags? Whose idea was it to buy cheap, shitty wine glasses from IKEA that break when gripped with a level of force just below what is needed to keep something within grasp? And last but not least why it isn’t a good idea to try and carry 30 kilos of junk in one box up a loft ladder on your own.
All led to much the same conclusion; we’re both twats and never want to see each other again. I’d love to say the making up was worth it, but sadly it just involved packing in relative peace before somebody stubbed a toe and the other person was blamed as they looked at the other in a funny way when the kettle was boiling.
Move to another country at your and your relationship’s peril.
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