My husband, the Greek God(zilla), popped out to the shops yesterday afternoon to get some more Dettol. He is obsessed with a local cat at the moment, who has taken to using our back garden as his own personal litter tray. So, in an attempt to deter the cat from pooping outside, the Greek God(zilla) has started pouring Dettol all over the gravel.
It started out just once or twice a week, and I thought nothing of it at first, but now I find him inspecting for cat poo when he says he is going out to water the garden; or saying he is off to unload the dishwasher (yeah, can’t believe I fell for that one either!) and sneaking a bottle of Dettol out from under the kitchen sink. He is easily getting through a bottle of it a day now, it is becoming
OCD a real problem.
Anyway, when he returned from the shops yesterday afternoon with his next fix of Dettol, he also presented me with these flowers!
“WOW, why did you get me flowers?” I asked him, with genuine happy surprise.
“Because they were a quid” he answered, without even flinching.
Isn’t that the most romantic thing you have EVER heard?!