You're Knackered Too - For Him

You've somehow become the transport department, catering manager, diary secretary and person who knows where every fucking letter is. Quite a career change for a man who considers finding matching socks an administrative triumph. And on top of the practical stuff, there's someone you love going through something horrible. I'm not going to slap you on the back, call you a rock and leave you with the washing-up. Rocks are famously shite at asking for help. Give me a job from the list, preferably one that doesn't involve your terrifying filing system, and we'll sort something out. You can have a moan without submitting evidence that you've earned it. I know you love them. I love you too, you knackered old sod, and you deserve looking after as well. Roast with love x