Its potentially my own fault. Approaching end of argument with Paul, during which I was making kipper on toast for breakfast. He bangs his fork on his plate. I have a sore head, I've had a migraine since Friday morning.
My response? I launched my plate of toasty kipper goodness across the kitchen.
Now my kitchen smells of fish. I however smell of mango body butter. So I don't really care.
Arsehole.
In other news... Thats been it really. Think I'll make a chocolate cake as an unofficial apology. He can have a bit if he admits he was wrong. If not, he can probably have a bit anyway, but I hope it gives him the runs.
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