“I’m afraid I have something to show you. I was fascinated by them and bought them for our garden – one, two, three, you can open your eyes now…” I guided him through our house.
“Oh no,” he groaned.
“Don’t you like them? We’re the only ones in the neighbourhood who has them!” I tried to sound convincing.
“Not even if they were made of gold, they were so huge for our garden,” he tried to catch my attention as I was figuring out the best places for them.
“We’re always on different pages, you never liked what I liked,” I shouted as I stormed back to the house.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he shook his head slowly.