Thats pretty much it.
Left Erskine at 8pm, home for 10pm. "reasonable travelling time" my arse.
Knackered, no social life, smelly and spend most of my spare time asleep. And I love it. Phoned takeaway when home as he wont cook, and I can't be arsed.
"Yes madam. And where are you?"
"I'm in the flat"
"No Madam. I mean address"
Idiot when I'm tired.
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