I might have to rename him Mr Arse. It felt so good. The only thing is I’ll be walking around like I’ve got a broom stick up my behind tomorrow.
He’s like, yes and you’ll be smiling and thinking of me.
He was miffed that I had to leave as soon as it was over and treating him like a commodity.
So have promised him some of my chocolate cup cakes next week.
It’s a fair exchange I think 😊 Now how to walk around the hospital tomorrow without letting on that I’ve been f..good..