With the dear lady wife away for three weeks you’d think that I would be living the life of the carefree bachelor. You know, out every night drinking, carousing and consuming curry. Well, that was last week. By Sunday I was a wreck.
This week you will be pleased to know that I am staying in, watching Auf Wiedersehen Pet recordings and generally geeking. Which is nice, because by the end of last week I was a mere shadow of my former self.
I may venture out to the pub a couple of times this week and next, just because it would be rude not to. But five nights a week is just a bit too much for the lightweight I am these days.