BrilliantThe best way to think of this is you’ve been in a relationship with this very boring and average looking geography teacher. She’s got a bit big for her boots and left you for some flashy American banker who spends time in London. You’re stuck paying the rent and the dogs have gone with her.
You’re mortified, but on a drunken night out you meet this fiery Italian in the pub opposite Donatello’s. All of a sudden you’ve forgotten about the teacher because this lovely Italian lady is doing things you never believed possible. You think it’s love at first sight as she talks about the beautiful Italian fixed priced meal she just finished for less than ten pounds.
Things are amazing but they won’t commit. She starts talking about your manhood not being enough. Ironically you find texts from a rich dwarf up in Manchester who’s trying to get her to move north. The photos indicate an inch at the most.
You think how can this be happening again? Then out of the blue you hear from the ex. She never moved to London because she loved Brighton so much and couldn’t leave the city she met you in. The relationship with the yank was toxic.
Things are different. She’s had a proper glow up and appreciates you now. You’ve even got a promise she’ll let you do some of the back door attacking stuff the Italian let you do.
No interpreter required. Proper West Midlands English back in your life.