... it's Friday. All done and dusted until Monday morning.
Mrs B. is packing the car to go to Norwich for a couple of days, looks like I'm in charge of the invalid for the duration and the hound, at least he's easier to handle if I'm honest. Going to be fun I hope.
Mrs B has arrived safely in Norwich, we have managed to take Roger to the Country Park and have dinner without jumping on each other, yet, so might be a decent weekend afterall, we shall see.
We've both been computing for a while now, just about to pack it in, enough's enough but how to behave like responsible adults, now there's a problem, can we cope?
Of course we can, we're going to have a cuddle on the settee, like an old married couple, B is a hugely cuddleable man, sort of big and solid, and if you can avoid the plaster casts comfortable to be with.
Just poured the second biggish G & T of the night, watching 'Would I Lie to You' not much choice at the moment, thinking it must be getting towards bedtime shortly.