Wednesday is here and I already know it's a not-keeping-bargain day. I knew it last night when he told me his mom would be coming back from Worcester by train Wednesday evening and he was going to collect her from the station and as it was too late for her cook a meal he'd bring her back to ours. 'Oh and what about our Wednesday treat out?', I asked, to which he said, 'Well she could come with us if you like'. No thanks, I had that pleasure Sunday evening, what's wrong with taxis I wondered. This was near bedtime, I don't need words near bedtime, I let it pass but I wasn't happy.
So I've got to pick up something from the store and prepare for three of us to eat in. Or maybe I'll prepare something for two, leave it to microwave for him and his mom and I'll go out on my own. Joking. I'll get something in but I'm still not happy. We work hard, don't spend much, I'm not a shopaholic who has to have tons of shoes and handbags, so I like those Wednesdays together, not too much to ask, is it.
Ronnie
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