I’ve just passed my partner on our upstairs’ landing.
She was talking to a chest of drawers.
‘Has confinement gotten to you so much that you’re talking to furniture now?’ I asked as I slipped by her.
‘I was talking to you’ she muttered darkly.
I didn’t believe her.
‘It’s not Beauty And The Beast you know’ I said to her as I went down the stairs ‘They won’t talk back’.
I think it’s the sofa for me tonight.