“You’re not a piece of furniture, you’re my husband.” —You bought the wrong bread again.
**Diary Entry – 16th March** What on earth do you need all this for? “You’re calling *me* heartless?
**Katie** George hurried out of the flat and made his way to the bakery. He needed to get there before
“Mum berates me for not helping care for my sick brother”: After finishing sixth form, I
My husband has been living with his “ailing” mother for six months now and shows no intention
“A Pig in a Poke” “You’re telling me this mutt means more to you than the kids?!”
A June Story This whole thing started when a pair of kids’ wellies, which my friend Lottie had left drying
**Pulling a Fast One** *You’re telling me that bloody mutt matters more than the kids?* Ingrid snapped
