He got me good. He had the wig because people were given them at an event at his workplace.

You know when you realise it’s not someone to not be scared of, but your body is slow at realising that? Like right away my brain is like, “Oh it’s just him” but my body was like “AHHHHHH SCARY!” It took me a little while to calm down.

So at the moment he is winning the scaring game.

He hurt his back stupidly at the gym but hopefully it’s getting better now. We still kinda live like students. All our wedding presents are still at my parents’ house and we don’t want to use them until we have our own apartment so we are lacking in some household items, which is why he ended up with a fitted sheet on the floor. He likes to sleep with a sheet or blanket over his head so quite often he looks like he is in a cocoon, but the fitted sheet accentuated it. He has never emerged as a butterfly though (or a moth, cocoons are actually made by moths).

Some days I think my husband doesn’t believe in clothes. He is incredibly lazy when at home and doesn’t see the point of wearing anything unless he is definitely leaving the apartment. So this wasn’t in the morning as he got dressed, this was while I was putting on makeup in the afternoon because I had to go out. It was lovely that he serenaded me with a Frank Sinatra song, it’s just that it was while he was only wearing old underwear! I’m not complaining, but I did have to laugh at his spontaneous underwear singing.