In Autumn 2010 Anna returned to England for a friend’s wedding, I had study commitments and thought it would be fun to have some me time and while the cats away………..turns out that while the cats away the mouse stays up too late watching bad telly, spends a disproportionate amount of time in his mouse underwear, eats all of the food that under normal circumstances “the cat” bans and generally turns into a big slobby stinky male mouse.
I pick Anna up from the airport and she seems a little nervous, tense and just un-Anna like. Had she had a drunken frolic with the best man? That’s definitely it, never trust a best man, they take their title too literally.
“Okay Anna, out with it, did you have a drunken frolic with the best man?”
Two very powerful words that took my breath away, filled me with fear and rendered me speechless all at the same time.