My gang of girlfriends who give me a venting place
“Guys! My petrol tank went dry and Spiderman spouse came to the rescue with a Mirinda bottle full of petrol. What is a cold drink bottle doing in my house though? Who bought that on the sly?” Thus, I declared on my WhatsApp group of woman friends, mentally preening.
“Didn’t you just crib a few days ago that the men in your life, particularly the spouse, doesn’t care for you? Eat dung now.”
The phrase did not really alarm me because back in those days ‘eat dung’ was yet to become a real thing.