I took today off to do a spot of decorating - namely Flaily's future bedroom. W texts me at midday to check on my progress. (We're not big on textspeak by the way.)
W: How's it going?
Me: Good, nearly done the first coat.
W: Already? That was quick.
Me: Lemon tropic goes on like a dream - beauty of the paint pod.
W: How's the yellow looking?
Me: From the hallway, it looks like the room is glowing. Like that briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
W: Are you saying there was a baby in that briefcase...
Me: What? No!
W: OK! Just saying.
A little later, I begin the second coat and another text arrives.
W: Thinking about it, there's some other jobs that need doing...
Later this afternoon, after the second coat, more texts.
Me: What would you like for dinner?
W: Did you get my last text?
Me: Pasta? Salad? Pizza?
W: I can send you a list of jobs...
Me: Pizza it is then.
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