I am often reminded just how wonderful my wife is; by those little things she does.
This weekend it is her ability to avoid a tequila-fueled argument by simply laughing at her drunken arse of a husband as he is lying at the bottom of the stairs having lost the ability to stand, after making a complete idiot of himself at a 5 star hotel.
It does not seem quite as funny when I am limping around Oxford the following day, wincing with pain as I wobble over cobbled streets.
But she seems to think it is bloody hilarious.
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