Blissful solitude

I’m not sure whether it’s good that I should be absolutely delighted when my wife and daughter leave the house on a Saturday for the day. I mean, is that really very healthy? – That the departing and prospective temporary absence of the two people I care for, love, and cherish more than my MacBook Air – and how I love my MacBook Air! – actually fills me with giddy glee?

The problem is that I work late of a weekend. I did two shows last night and didn’t get to bed until nearly 2am, and then I’ve got four shows tonight and so will get to bed around the same time, and then another two shows on Sunday evening. I can blunder my way through any day with not much sleep, but the problem is when you get to the evening, you are zonked, and your working day has to start then and you already feel ready for bed.

Basically what I’m saying is that my wife and daughter have gone out for the day,, there’s football on, I’ve got some of them mini chocolate croissants, there’s a curry in the fridge for my tea, and I couldn’t be happier if I was an excrement smeared female porcine in the early throws of one of them thirty minute orgasms we hear so much about – bring it on! “Squeal!” 🐷

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I am a stand-up comedian from Liverpool. I am blind, and I live with my wife and young daughter in South West London.

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