No Brave Face Required - For Him

Apparently I'm supposed to tell you you're an inspiration. Bit awkward, considering I've watched you spend twenty minutes looking for the phone you were holding. So let's stick to what we know: treatment is shit, hospital chairs were designed by someone with a grudge, and you're still capable of boring me senseless about something you saw on YouTube. I'll bring provisions and let you choose what we watch, although any documentary about drainage will be treated as a personal attack. You don't have to entertain me, but I reserve the right to judge your television choices in silence. Loud silence. Underneath all the nonsense, I wish I could make this easier for you. I love you, mate, even when your idea of conversation is reading things off your phone. Roast with love x