I'm pretty sure M. might be possessed by an angry spirit, which means we'll have to call in a priest. You know, the usual exorcising evil routine and all. Then, he'll threaten me with a little domestic abuse action.
Finally, we'll move. The sun will shine, and maybe the music on one of our iPods will blurt out something foreboding. Until next time.
How else to explain that we've come home two nights in a row now with the back door layered with flies. It's Amityville and I'm waiting on the HORROR.
ooooooooo scary back door layered with flies bet it either pale yellow or white and plastic either that or you got a dead thing in the garden \ kitchen
so learn to get rid of the bodies better
on an aside if he beats you why not add ground glass to his breakfast juice \ milk and watch and smile as his arsehole self destructs
dave
But, Dave, that seems so messy, and there’s bound to be a lot of complaining.
Thankfully, so far the possession by the evil spirit hasn’t happened, so I’m unbeaten. And, the flies are gone.