Evil Husband

Dear Princess and Fellows,

I made Er Indoors walk today. She hates walking.

I am a bad husband. I walked her to the movies to see "Battle of the Sexes". This is the story of Bobby Riggs vs Billie Jean King. We saw the documentary on this a couple of years ago and -

"How much further is it?" said Er Indoors.

I reassured her it wasn't much further. But it was still further than she expected. By the time we got there she was cream crackered.

Things weren't helped by the most Kafkaesque cinema ever. They wouldn't let us buy Gold Lounge seats at the regular ticket booth. You had to buy them in the Gold Lounge. Where they also (weirdly) sold tickets for M&Ms and Maltesers.

I handed the sweetie tickets to the Gold Lounge guy.

"Errrr...." he said. "I don't know what to do with these. You'll have to redeem them in the regular queue."

"But they are sitting there RIGHT BEHIND YOU," said Er Indoors. The bloke shrugged.

So I had to run back to the other queue to get my sweets. I think Er Indoors said something about "duck fake" but I didn't hear properly.

But the movie was good and Er Indoors was energised enough to walk back via the cable car and the botanics.

Now we are home and Uber Eat curry has been ordered. I hope that this has redeemed me for the long (30 minute) walk.

We shall see.

S.