Just home from a long waitressing shift. Husband picks me up at tube station with Mutt-face.
Husband "So ...how's things?"
Me "Mmm. Okay I suppose"
"What kind of day have you had?"
"Alright, just tired. Why?"
"Well..."
"What is it? Just tell me"
"I might be getting made redundant"
"How certain is might?"
"Probably"
"Oh"
So thats the weekend fucked then.
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