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# OCD
What a week. Where do I start? We drove down to Melbourne last Tuesday, leaving the first time at 5.20am. About fifteen minutes after we left, I asked He Who Must Be Amused if he was sure he’d turned off the grill. He wasn’t sure, so we turned around and came home. Of course, he’d turned it off. So at 5.45am, we headed off again…
I feel I should note for the record how the conversation went, accompanied by levels of surety that the grill had been turned off
- me (100%): Do to doo.
- D: Did you turn the grill off?
- me (99.9999%): Yes.
- D: Are you sure?
- me (50%): ..............no. Turn around.
Later – after losing all the warmth I had gathered with my foray into the blistering cold – we were once again on the Hume Highway about to pass the Campbelltown exit and the conversation went a little bit like this.
me (100%): If you ask me any questions about that fucking house I will be quite upset.
