I forgot to mention that the Missus and the Other Woman, who is tomorrow heading to Paris to interview Russian clowns, shared a few drinks at the recent wedding we attended. Sadly, rather than tell each other how great I was, they proceeded to swap stories about my general idiocy and kept turning around to me at five minute intervals to remark 'You really are an idiot!'
It was abuse in stereo.
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