F, as I have mentioned, is away. His flight back was set to arrive about 7 p.m. on Saturday. That’s a whole week plus half the weekend. I don’t complain – it’s work after all – and work keeps us all sane and brings in money to allow us to enjoy doing the things we like.

However, I don’t like him being away so long. Including for him, since he gets very tired.

But, a bit of good news just in. He has changed plans and will be home on Friday night and I shall go and pick him up straight from work – as I’m half way to the airport anyway.

I am very happy. I will be much happier on Friday night – even waiting at the airport for him to arrive