I've succeeded, if that's the word, in pissing off the ladyfriend.
Too hard to describe how we got here, but suffice it to say that it's my own stupidity, as usual.
Not sure how long it'll take to work itself out, but things are unhappy at chez Seymour just now.
When you love someone as much as I do Chris, it's a bad thing when you make them mad.
As I've always said, the loss of that one leg of the X chromosome was more dangerous than we knew...
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