He’s throwing another major tantrum – because of Lego. If I’m honest, I’ve had it. I duck to avoid a couple of bricks he’s thrown at the wall.
‘What’s the problem now?’
‘The pieces. They don’t fit. They’re supposed to fit.’
I check the packaging.
‘No surprise. These were produced in late November while those were made in September. Everybody knows that Sagittarius and Virgo make a bad match.’
‘Oh, Marie, grow up. Astrology’s for teenagers.’
Says the man playing with children’s toys.
I don’t know the manufacture dates of the pieces. But I know that he’s Virgo.
And I’m Sagittarius.