Don’t tell anyone but I am a medium to high maintenance wife. Not in your standard three hours to get ready, jealous of her own reflection and a wreck after three Lambrinis stereotypical way but I am a little bit nuts. I am slightly hyperactive, I am very loud, I have a tendency to share every thought in my head and I have no patience. Pray for my beloved husband.
We went to dinner and I got the idea for fizzy paddles so the monkeys and I could score Strictly with more gusto than usual. The immortal phrase of “pimp a table tennis bat” was uttered and I think the beloved momentarily lost his wits.
However he is a problem solving design champion so now I have a paddle that says “this gives me the fizzy” or “don’t pop my bubbles” for handy everyday moments like post office queues (bubble poppers) or perfect eyeliner application (fizzy). I am thinking of carrying this in my handbag for such emergencies.
The monkeys have a paddle each with a white board on the reverse for their thoughts. Proper fizziness goodness.
So thanks to the beloved for skills and to Louise Singh for the “don’t pop my bubbles” phrase. It takes a fizzy village people.