I am irrationally angry first thing in the morning.
The earlier I get up,
the worse it is.
The Prof knows he exacerbates it all by tutting at my driving abilities,
or like he did this morning , giving me unwanted advice about how the clear the windscreen of ice
I have to bite the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from
clubbing him to death with my crocs
He is like Julie Andrews on waking.
That is another thing that pisses me off.
I dropped him off at a dark railway station at some ungodly hour this morning
And before. He got out of the car he showered my left cheek with kisses as I sat there looking like Walter Matthau
I wish I could be different
But I can't
I'm a twat before 7am!