and is driving me mad about going out. The answer is NO so he says "well I
did ask and now you have a poo in your bath."
No problem.
He isn't going out until next Monday when his stitches are out. And That Is
Final.

The poor boy thinks I don't hear his pleas, but of course I do.
He is not going out atm. Painkillers will settle him

Tweed