Mr. Pink and I make sure we hug often but not so often that people think we are conjoined.
One Champions League evening Mr. Pink was less attentive than usual. I corner him in the kitchen and asked him for a ‘proper‘ hug. He gives me a nice warm hug. It’s so peaceful and I am so happy. Just two seconds later, in the sweetest voice, I hear
Can we do this in front of the game?
Dedicated to everyone who’s enjoying Christmas Day and Boxing Day sports; or suffering because of it.
A wife moaning about her husband's love for watching sports? I smell a Cliché