So.... I thought I was pregnant. We're usually careful but weren't this once so I took a test. It said pregnant.. not a good thing in our current situation. Anyway went to docs did a test, came up negative, did several tests over the next week negative, back to docs one week later.. negative again. A relief really but inbetween the uncertainty there was panic. There's too much stuff in the house. I live with a lover of car boot sales and markets. The house is so full of ornaments you can barely navigate through the living room so we had decided it has to go.
Then he decided to keep on with the idea after the relief of the news.
However, the decline of one's mind means what he says one day will be replaced with doubts the next. So here we are arguing because now he doesn't want to get rid but he still wants to decorate. No no no. I am not trying to decorate a room we can barely move in and now I'm being blamed for trying to get rid of his things.
Make up your mind please...