Ah ha!

I had a crafty plan.

Following my blog the other night about those boots, I went upstairs and woke Hubby by asking him if I could buy some boots and that I felt it was very important to my well being that I had them. His response was, "Hmmmmfphyer". I took that as a green light. Go, go, go! It sounded enough like a yes to me.

After the cat poo incident a few weeks ago, I felt I needed to get my own back on the waking front. Not only that, when you catch someone asleep it's always easier to get them to agree. I thought it was a rather cunning plan.

So, the next day I phoned him at work (Grumpy Brother answered the phone, they work together, you see). I told Grumpy Brother to let Hubby know that I had purchased the boots as per our discussion in the night and they were £167. Grumpy Brother said, "I can't tell him that!!".