I was slightly preoccupied with code yesterday when my wife asked if a particular handbag was “OK for Florence”. I never really understand questions like that so I grunted in a vaguely positive way. This, it transpired, was something of a mistake.” You aren’t really taking this holiday seriously, are you?”
Trying to redeem myself, I pointed at another handbag & told her with huge, almost maniacal enthusiasm that I thought that one was perfectly lovely and just the thing for Tuscany. It turned out I was digging a far bigger hole for myself. Any halfway decent husband would have remembered that his wife had carried that one last year.
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