Telling Porkies
As we sat watching TV like zombies, I thought I would try something new.

I placed my fingers either side of my head - like a mind reader - and tried my hardest to send a telepathic message to Chris.
Him: "What on earth are you doing?"
Me: "What message do you think I'm trying to send you?"
Him: "Aww babe that's easy - I love you too."
Me: "Erm...yeah - well done!"
Him: "You hesitated! That wasn't it at all was it? Was it?!"
Me: "It was, it was! I promise."
Him: "Do you swear on your mum's life that's what it was?"
Cue sheepish looks.
Him: "Come on, what was it? I won't be mad."
Me: "Could you please bring through the pork scratchings...," I replied, hanging my head in shame.
Who was it that said romance is dead?
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Lovely giggle to myself. Yet another cracker-ling. Surprised he didnâÂÂt guess first time though bab, with our eating habbits! xxx
In our house it goes romanticly something like this:-
Me. How about some piggy scratchings Pet?
Her. OK.
Me. Go on then, off you go Pet.
Her. WOT? (menacingly)
Longish pause.
Me. They`re in the pantry,third shelf.
Her. Well you`ll be able to find them then, won`t you?
Me. Yes Pet, I won`t be long.