The Norwegian has informed me of another bit of sleeping/talk/nonsense I came out with last night.
I was well on the way to sleep and he came in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I jumped and said in a bitter and accusatory tone,
‘I thought it was an umbrella.’
This made sense. His stubble can almost be as prickly as the spokes of an umbrella. Almost.
Then in my sleep befuddled state I realised I was telling him off for kissing me good night which didn’t seem right. So I thought I would offer a logical alternative option for kissing when he hadn’t shaved. I’m nice like that.
‘Next time, kiss me with the soft of your bottom,’ I said and swiftly rejoined the pillow.