What does Margret have to say about the page?

Wellllllll... You see, first of all you have to realise that it's a computery/internetty thing and thus, axiomatically, pointless and stupid in Margret's view because everything computery or internetty is. So that's a help. We've only ever had two arguments about the page and they were minor. By which, naturally, I mean that they were screaming, howling rows lasting about three hours each, but they were minor by our standards (they were also about things so tiny and incidental that no one else would have even noticed them, let alone managed to fan them into a row). The last time she read the page her only comment was "You're such a liar." Which she later modified to "Oh. Right. I'd forgotten about that." It is true, however, that lately, after she's done something Margret-like - trying to reverse the car over me or whatever - she has taken to saying "I suppose you're going to put that up on your page now, aren't you?" To which my reply, naturally, is "Darling - it's not my page, it's our page."

I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, 'deliberately to annoy her'.

I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, 'deliberately to annoy her'.

That is soooo wrong

Why waste time snapping Kit-Kats into fingers, when both fingers quite easily fit into my mouth in one go.