Seems a little recursive, and somehow, so fitting.
I’ve decided to pass on Jericho tonight – I know, just because the weather is iffy doesn’t mean I shouldn’t go, but I just feel blah – and concentrate on more domestic activities. Wednesday I’m dining out with Asha and we’re going to do what women have been doing for millennia – chinwag about the hopelessly inappropriate people their children are sleeping with – for all the berloody good it will do us or anyone. Thursday, the Luddite will appear for dinner bearing too much chocolate. Not for me, for Jeff.
Look at what the Repulsigans are doing!
