Mindreading

Daughters. Aren't they pains in the arse? But lovely with it. Sometimes.

I walked past Rio as she was preparing food in the kitchen.

I started to ask "Sh....?"
"Yes!" she snapped.
"Don't interrupt" I snarled. "Let me finish what I was going to ask"

"You were going to ask whether I wanted the washed bedclothes put in the tumble dryer, weren't you?"

And I was.
Bloody mindreading daughters.


:o)