My husband has just offered to collect the boys from school as he has had a work from home day today. It's been nice to have him about; sort of! Whereas I'd just grab a sarnie for lunch on the hoof as it were I've had to organise a proper sit down meal. I've also been running backwards and forwards with tea and coffee, sorted out his computer, answered the telephone for him, kept the fire going, checked over his drafts and gone for a walk round the garden with him because he wanted the company.
I've also been trying to do my own work, take the boys to school, sort out the puppies, feed the chickens, clean and clear up, cook and everything else a wife gets up to during the few spare hours she has between kissing the breadwinner on the cheek as he strolls off to work and before his return at the end of his busy day...(please let this NOT be a glimpse of things to come when he retires).
So he says, clearly seeing me rushed off my feet: "Why don't I collect the boys for you today?" So magnaminous of him.
"Great!" says I, "but please don't forget you'll need to talk to Mrs B about The Boy's epilepsy, collect all the sports gear and check that The Boy has put it ALL in his bag Don't forget that Bog Boy needs his Angel costume taken in and please make sure he wears his wellies home from school I don't want him ruining his shoes."
I have never seen someone back track faster! Suddenly it was: "Oh heck I've forgettoen to ring so and so it is vitally important! Work you know..."
Yeh I KNOW!