The nagging tongue of a disgruntled female companion, who will not countenance the idea of my going out for a few drinks with those who have recently suffered the rigours of two weeks sleeping rough on the snow capped hilltops of 'The Quantocks'.
Were it not for the fact that I have couched her with some vigour for the past three nights, I would NOT accede to her (as 'I' regard them) unreasonable demands.
However, 'Sloanies' being what they are, non-compliance will only result in torrents of tears and the ultimate prospect of scornful derision from her parents, therefore, it's back to the 'Couching ' I fear.
Happy New Year to everyone, I may well be out of touch for a day or two.
(or in close touch, depending on one's perspective).