So I told you that he was away in London and that I was left home alone? Well I think he’s beginning to see things my way. Not that we’ll ever get to move out of this place I fear we are in negative equity after spending a small fortune on its refurbishment. But despite the fact that I never wanted to live in the back of beyond it is a little late to be upping sticks and causing mayhem when the hard truth is I don’t have a fantastic job to go to nor am I the only one I have to think about.
I’ve got two boys and they are happy at school.
They have known nowhere else but here.
And I really HAVE got to get over myself.
So where might my man’s thoughts be aimed?
Well he’s actually going to be working from home tomorrow.
That means he gets to have breakfast with us, he gets to do the school run in the morning and meet the boy’s teachers, he gets to have lunch with me – I promise it IS an experience!
A good one
There will be no commute.
He can finish at 5 and be home instantaneously.
Heck we might even be able to have a conversation before he heads off to the drinks cupboard in search of whisky like a drowning man and before I grab the screw top wine from the fridge and cling to it like a life raft for the rest of the evening.
And do you know what else?
I am actually looking forward to him returning home!
They do say absence makes the heart go fonder….