the weekend...

was lovely - I was home with my parents and sister alone, no spouse. Good, guilt-free excuse to go girly shopping without fear of boring the poor husband. Watched football with my dad. Did zero work - not so guilt-free.

I discovered that my mum still possesses (but does not wear) a wax jacket from circa 1989. It's not Barbour but M&S, dark blue, great condition... and it is MINE now! Hooray! I'm so happy to have another :-) I think the husband, who hasn't been informed of this, will think it's excessive, but if he's going to bugger off to Belgium for five days and leave me to my own devices, these are the small ways in which I make him pay for his neglect :-). This is how I feel: