A good male buddy of mine once said to me that upon arriving home from a long day at work in Bombay, he could judge the mood of 'her indoors' simply by counting the pairs of flip flops outside his front door... the greater the number of flip flops, the more dangerous the mood.
Needless to say there are many flip flops outside my door today and B should be worried about what awaits him when he chirpily bundles through the door later...
If you've not had the pleasure of living in Asia, then you may be wondering - what's with all the flip flops? Let me explain: it basically signifies there are many supposedly useful and busy handymen, collection men (in my case packers) and of course supervisors running around your house probably not fixing things and making a great bloody mess.
As the big P Day looms over us (P Day is packing day, and a bit like D Day, except without any fire (i hope) but possibly some serious casualties along the way.) my house is overrun with people i don't know and i need to escape.
However it's about 40 degrees outside and my head hurts from the late night Baileys encounter... time to don some large BNB shades and be brave...
BNBx
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