You know what it means when I use these pictures …
… yep, the missus has spouted another glorious one of her JILLYISMS!
And before you all go on her side, think of the effect this behaviour is having on me … my life … my career … my sleep.
It’s a good job I love her madly and that she only spouts this nonsense when she’s tired or we’d be having to pay a little visit to Mr Divorce on the grounds of mental torture / despair / devolution.
In the words of Andy, I must be a Saint.