I do wonder when you will consign me to the scrap yard.
At our first meeting. We argued over who was in the right. I was of course: but as is usual you never give in. Even after I offered coffee. So I added dog biscuits into the mix… How was I to know.
Five years on and even though I snore and my coffee making skill is poor, the dog biscuits still work a treat. How was I to know that you love dogs, and how grim your accommodation was.