Ahhh, Friday. Lovely Friday. Brings me back, way back, to Friday a week ago. You may recall that for the first time in nine years, Bryan agreed to clean the bathroom. Off I went to my firm’s holiday party, with the confidence that things were being taken care of at home. I decided to leave the party before any debauchery began, and called Bryan from a taxi around 9:45pm. Expecting him to tell me the chore was done as he held a scotch in one hand and an xbox controller in the other- you can imagine my surprise when instead his intoxicated voice was being drowned out by the sounds of a lively pub behind him.
At 10:20pm when he still wasn’t home, I took matters into my own hands.
And yes, this was captured via self-timer. Sometimes in life you just need evidence.
I was going to sing “Conkers roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose…” to everyone but it turns out conkers are from a horse chestnut tree and edible chestnuts are from a sweet chestnut tree. Don’t say I never did anything for you.