Grumpy happily accepted my invitation to join me for breakfast in Cottesloe this morning. He doesn't pass up an opportunity to moan and groan to me about the trials and tribulations of his love life.
"I dunno," he said, leaning on his elbow, chin resting in his hand. "I'm just sick of playing games."
"Games?" I asked. "Love games?"
Oh how I laughed! After that, Grumpy started talking about how we really needed to hurry up and lodge those divorce papers. He's, like, so predictable?