Womble has moved loads today. More than she ever has before. Even saw my flabby belly wobble when she kicked whilst I was in the bath.
Hubz came home with donuts. He genuinely appeared to be in an okay mood. Oblivious to how pissed off I’d been. The donuts weren’t a peace offering they were just by the by donuts. Due to his ambivalent mood no argument occurred. It was as if nothing had happened. This was good yet frustrating. I had shit to say!