[Alternative Title: the one where I whinge, a bit]
- Realising at 8pm that there’s no chocolate/Diet Coke/beer in the house, and you can’t go out to get any
- Realising that even if there was beer, you’re the only adult in the house, so you’re not really allowed to drink that much, anyway
- Always having to be the driver. I keep asking Flea when she’s just going to bite the bullet and take a turn at the wheel, but she keeps moaning on about it being ‘illegal’ or some-such nonsense
- Not being able to make home-made Easter Eggs because I’m not tall enough to reach them at the back of the cupboard, and I lost the ladder
- Planning nights out weeks in advance, only to find out on the day that your ex is now busy, so you’ll be staying home tonight *fixed smile*
