eyeing the eye of the tiger
So mrQ calls me at 1am to tell me that he’s coming home?!?? I was in a fluffy slumber until that point, and in my grogginess, I hang up thinking that it’s my alarm. He gets home, chats away to me until 2am, and then goes to bed. Meanwhile, I’m lying awake and can’t get back to sleep. So that was nice, and annoying at the same time.
He’s out tonight, so I’m kicking back again with some post-dinner brew. It went a little something like this. msB has a quick dinner and pops over to the mom and pop store to pick up those squishy ice cream things and a half-litre of Tiger. Goes to the counter and waits for the total to be rung up on the till. Then…nothing. msB looks up and the girl squeaks..’underage?’. aiyah! So showed my licence, she looks at me suspiciously, sells me some beer, and msB goes home.
Home is actually a serviced apartment for the next 3 weeks, and this place is sadly lacking in most things that make life convenient. In this particular case, there is no bottle opener. msB had a Mcgyver moment last night and used one of mrQ’s belt buckles and thus was able to dominate the tiger. mrQ wore that belt to work today, and his other ones just aren’t up to the job. So here I am, just facing off with the tiger.
Kev arrives on Sunday so it will be like old times, except that he doesn’t need to bring an electric blanket to hang out. Old times…
Tiger has been opened! How so? Macgyver can’t give up all the secrets…
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