Do not disturb...I'm writing

I used to write in an upstairs bedroom. My office, I called it. Hubby got upset because I was up there so much. So I moved it down to the bedroom. But.. hubby couldn't go to sleep because I wasn't in bed next to him. Soooo.. I moved it out to the dining room table. Hubby sits across from me, stares at me. Natters at me. Sighs. I look at him. "What?" Nothing. I smile. "I'm trying to write." Hubby pouts. Goes to watch tv. Sulks because I don't want to watch tv. I keep on writing.

. Hubby sits across from me, stares at me. Natters at me. Sighs. I look at him. "What?" Nothing. I smile. "I'm trying to write." Hubby pouts. Goes to watch tv. Sulks because I don't want to watch tv. I keep on writing.

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This is why I tell him to sod off to the pub (or buy him a new computer game)


Men, bless their little hearts. They act so tough....