The lummox is really getting right on my nerves folks. I mean really winding me up. He's developed this unbelievably annoying habit and I feel like scratching his bloody eyes out for it. He's started calling me 'Picky'. I don't mean picky as in being choosy about my food or something. I mean he's actually calling me Picky for my name. He puts on this irritable goo-goo gaa-gaa voice that should normally be reserved for kittens and babies and then abbreviates my name to 'Picky'. There I am lying on the bed enjoying myself and he comes home from work, sticks his fat head around the bedroom door and starts going 'Picky Poo Poo' at me like some kind of demented three year old. He's making himself look and sound ridiculous. I mean, I ask you - f***ing Picky! The name's Pixie you damned great bloated sack of Guinness and don't forget it.
PPP x
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