I longed for uncomfortable silence, the time where my mind could stop to think.
For two long weeks this had been denied me. Denied because the questions never stopped. During the day, there was a job to do. You couldn't deny that, or the questions of your underlings. So you put up with it, and pretended to be busy when you weren't, or found him something to do.
At half five, the real nightmare began. Your starter for ten in this deranged version of University Challenge:
"What's for dinner?"
An entire night of questions. The good and bad and foolish and curious and annoying and unending tide of incessant, but rarely inspired questions. From the moment you left site, all through the cooking to the moment that you fled upstairs to sleep. The questions never ceased.
Sometime this week, he might ask his millionth question. Just maybe. There will be no prizes.
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