|Lives of the solvent and inconspicuous
||[Dec. 19th, 2010|09:02 pm]
In the middle of the living room ceiling here in Sheffield there's a light fitting with three bulbs.|
Julia (pointing): "There's a lightbulb not working."
Douglas: "That wasn't working middle of last week."
Julia: "If you'd said, I could have done something about it."
Douglas: "Ah. I was worried that if I'd said, I'd have had to do something about it."
Julia: *Hard look*