Waiting for The Broph's

tick tick tick

It's the Broph's turn to cook tonight and I'm peckish! Just having to wait for her to get home.

I shall have to indulge myself with another glass of wine and hope that the wondrous numbing effects will aid me in staying asleep through the metronomic hammering sounds of what I can only assume is an amorous rhino that has made my neighbours bedroom it's home.