My eyes are leaking!
Last week I came out of hospital and I hadn’t eaten properly in about a week. All I wanted were birdseye chicken dippers and mayonnaise. Classy, I know.
None in the house so my fiancé kindly offered to drive to kfc and get me some chicken. He just couldn’t understand why I was getting so upset that he wouldn’t go to asda and buy the ones I wanted.
Massive argument ensued. I hid under a blanket and cried. He also had a broken leg. I realise now it was the hospital drugs doing the talking.