SMS conversation with my other half this morning:
Emily: Can you colllect a cow bag and sack of carrots from the market and a doll’s house from Cancer Research, please?
Me: OK. Hang on, you bought a doll’s house?
Emily: Yes, it’s an old wooden one. Needs redecorating. Thought we could do it for Daniel’s birthday. It’s probably haunted and we’ll get sucked into it.
Me: A rag doll version of me would probably be an improvement.
