It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. The agency finally decided to make me earn my salary and that translated into working weekends and long days. That plus a more than usually absent-minded and stressed out Vicky meant going home was becoming a daily exercise in self-restraint.
It’s been easier this week. Not that Vicky’s got his act together so much, but work’s been more manageable.
Still, given the way things are likely to get every now and then, I told Vicky one morning, “I need a wife, you know.”
His reply? “So do I.”
So now you know who’s not getting any without some serious apologising.