Hooray for a domestic
We are in sunny melbourne and within ten minutes of ferrying off the plane had a domestic.
I very clearly said I was intending to go to the loo, which I did. Nathan headed that way too, only to the men's.
He disappeared. I waited for the luggage, cos I wasn't leaving that behind and I thought he was in the loo still.
I could see there was a bus about to leave and I now had the luggage, but still no nathan. I was waiting inside. I hear my name, and nathan is outside. He had been buying tickets for the bus. I already had tickets for the bus.
We missed the bus. We had a domestic.
He expected me to just know that he was buying tickets. Cos I am psychic, doncha know.
I thought he was still in the loo. After all we do have those sorts of days once in a while.
So now he is all huffy and stalked off because I'm not a mind reader. Yes he was doing a good thing but if he had said I'll go get tickets, if he had communicated with me, we wouldn't have a rather public row. And we'd be at the railway station by now.
And sniffle, my scissors were in my handbag and now I've lost them cos security took them away, and they were the best little scissors I ever had.