Mr Yogi is upstairs and I am downstairs. He has sent me an email which said, "If a cup of tea were to come upstairs, it would be very welcome". I replied, "Wake up, you're dreaming!!!".
that's brilliant Yogi
He is what is we call 'a chancer'.
But *no chance* with the cuppa though
He cooked dinner for us tonight, so I have relented and put the kettle on.
Awww good gal He's not to bad a guy then?
Most of the time he's a goody, it's only when we are decorating that I could throttle him.