THE MINX (a.k.a Alistair, the multi-talented music maker) ventured to ask quite casually how the fire place situation was coming along?
The White Wabbit pulled out her phone to show him a picture of Husband-Slash-Boyfriend and her huddled round a remote controlled candle.
THE MINX: “ that's a bit grim”
H.S.B: “We know, but it adds a bit of ambulance”
THE MINX: “Don’t you mean ambiance?" (he is a real stickler for the proper vernacular)
TWW: “ No that what he means he thinks its funny”
THE MINX: “Right…… very creative”
H.S.B: “ We have another two weeks to wait. Two more weeks of candle hugging.
TWW: “He stuffed the cat down his Khatmandu puffer jacket yesterday. Extra warmth, he reckons. It wasn’t even his turn - it was mine!"
The White Wabbit drained the last cup of tea from the pot to make her point.
THE MINX: “Goodness, you two won’t know yourselves. What will you do on the first night you have it in?"
TWW: “Walk around naked; I’m sick of fighting over the cat."
The MINX looking slightly uncomfortable.
THE MINX: “WOULD YOU LIKE TO BORROW MY ONESIE???????????"
TWW: “ Why are you shouting?"
THE MINX: “Sorry, I’m a very visual person......"
THE MINX made a dash for the front door, shouting over his shoulder
THE MINX: "I have band practice with The Big Kahunas!"