Jimmy doesn't read books. I don't know why, he's just never got into the habit.
Despite this *never* thing, he is currently sitting on the sofa simultaneously watching snooker and reading a guidebook to Goa (who says men can't multi-task?)
He's reading snippets out to me.
"One ecstasy tablet - ten years"
Me: "Have you ever seen me with an ecstasy tablet?"
Him: "But a gram of anything - ten years..."
Me: "Sweetheart, you do know that I don't do drugs, don't you."
Later,
"Oh you should go to this place name of place. Apparently they cure mental problems." He thought he was being funny.
Perhaps it was his revenge for earlier when I said "Am I annoying you?"
He said "No, no, I just want to get these things done and then relax"
to which I replied, "I'm obviously not trying hard enough, then, am I?"
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