I'm playing a game.
It was an addiction they were everywhere, every colour size, shape, even with lines, and some had a memo written on them.
John had one stuck to the bottom of his shoe when he headed to his office. He could hear it tap the ground with each step only to look down and sigh. "Fucking hell." And with a quick yank, he pulled it free. "She's got a problem."
Before he balled it up, he glanced at it, "pick up more wipes, Love Kay." And he chuckled. "Sure I will."
He never thought his life would turn upside down the day he met Kayleigh, but here he was 9 am on a Friday scrunching little notes from his wife regarding baby wipes.
John chuckled because the moment he tossed the piece of paper in the bin she had texted him. "and more Post-its we're out."
John barely sits down when his phone buzzed again, "nappy pins too."
"Nappy pins?" he recalled they bought some the other day.
Next note, "You're writing all this down?"
He laughed and texted, "You're playing a game!"
