17th May, 2009 - Fighting With the Wife

My Significant Other and I had a fight the other night. I was in the right of course. I had gone to bed at a decent hour, read a few pages of Heat Magazine (I am on the side of Katie at the moment: Peter Andre knows exactly what he is doing with the press), and fell fast asleep. However, I was awoken when my Significant Other clattered into the room at about one in the morning, brushed her teeth in an extremely irritating way in the ensuite and then started texting all of her 472 mates from the other side of the bed. There is nothing – nothing- more annoying than someone on the other side of the bed trying to text quietly. Frankly, I suspect that at least 30% of 21st century homicides are the direct result of someone’s sotto digits dancing around the keypad of a Nokia.

What I meant to say was “Do you think you might please stop texting darling, I have a busy day tomorrow, and I need my rest so that I can give 100% of myself to my clients.” But it did not come out that way. And I found myself on the sofa.

At least it was quiet there.