The husband flew to a wedding in Australia today with his siblings and parents. We said goodbye in customary fashion by going out for a romantic dinner last night then squeezing in a quick argument about suitcases before he left this morning. If, God forbid, I don't ever see him again, my final words were 'I love you even if you are a complete twat.'
My neighbour's husband is also away for a few days on a fishing trip so she's bringing her children over at 5pm for tea. We have got 3 tins of baked beans, a loaf of bread and two bottles of Lindauer bubbles. That should do us nicely.