Hi." "Hi." I shrug, as though to say "Whatever." In my peripheral vision I can see Magnus exhale. He looks a teeny bit nervous. "So." "So." I can play this game too. "Poppy." "Poppy. I mean, Magnus." I scowl. He caught me out.
A divorce is like a controlled explosion. Everyone on the outside is OK.
Still, that's the point of love; you love someone despite their flaws.
You're working for me cut out the attitude.
I'm a great fan of taking my laptop out and about.
When I'm on a break from writing, I'll log on to Amazon and eBay. The doorbell is constantly being rung by deliverymen.