So, this afternoon I took the brave step for cleaning and vacuuming the inside of the car. It was disgusting, full of hair and fluff and dirt and rubbish.
What upset me most was a discovery in the drivers door. Now, Mr WF is known to leave rubbish in the drivers door. It does make me a little bit cross on occasions but mostly I try to ignore it. But today I discovered a nearly full pack of chocolate digestives that had been languishing under a pile of rubbish for goodness knows how long. A pack of chocolate biscuits in the car, wasted, when there was a pregnant lady inside the house. A house with NO chocolate digestives in it. A house with NO biscuits at all. How could he do this to me?
[I also found several peices remaining of a bar of Green & Balcks White Chocolate in the passenger side door but I know that it was me that left them there. However, this is not as heinous a crime as it wasn’t chocolate digestives, I had eaten most of it anyway and I was vaguely aware of its existence.]