“Can you get the front door ready please? xxx” to my husband as the heavens opened and I didn’t want to get soaked coming in from the car (there was a towel waiting for me just in case )
Aww, you're welcome. It's a pleasure to be able to help.
Someone posted in our local FB group that a friend had fled domestic violence and needed help with stuff for a new flat. We gave her some kitchen bits and a TV cabinet.
“F**king pizza....again” sent to my husband about my neighbours who have had pizza nearly day (lunch and dinner) for about 3 weeks. I’m not even being nosey but their kids (age ranges from 8 to 25) start screaming PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA at the top of their voices as if it’s some kind of treat/party.