You can tell me anything! NO, No- NOT THAT!!!
What the hell?!? When I say ‘you can tell me anything’, I mean you can tell me you’ve overspent when you bought a Chanel bag. You served cava in champagne bottles. You bought a fake something in China-town. When your husband/wife was asleep you pinched them or covered their mouth and nose for a second so they couldn’t breathe. You flicked your child’s ear- I don’t know. But do NOT- Not, tell your husband/wife’s friend you’re having an affair. That is soooooooooo not on. Totally, not on. It puts me in the most horrid of positions.
My advice was entirely bourgeois. “Get your act together. Behave. There’s no such thing as perfect. I promise you that great sex whilst living under a bridge is not as fun in real life as it is in your mind.”- aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I hate this. Why the !”··$%& do I ever leave the house???