I’m home, he’s out done himself.
First thing I noticed upon entering my living room, I have no sofas. They are completely gone.
Second point of note is the presence of 4 double blow up mattresses covering the entire floor, covered with 4 king sized duvets and all the scatter cushions that used to be on the missing sofas.
There’s also a tube of green Pringles, a packet of chocolate hobnobs and a BOX of wine. A BOX.
DH (wearing only his pants) presented me with a jewellery box which, upon opening, contained one of the joy-cons from my Nintendo switch.
He then ordered me to go and put my pj’s on because it’s game night and I’m apparently due and ass kicking on mariokart 
I had some questions.
Turns out, my sofas have gone to the tip because unknown to me, DH ordered much needed new ones in the New Year’s Day sales and they are due for delivery on Friday they were originally going to be delivered today so that bit of his plan has gone a bit wrong, hence he’s borrowed air beds from my parents, his mum and my sister to create an enormous living room bed until the sofas arrive. My Mum and Dad were here earlier to help DH move the sofas and to drop off the air beds apparently, when they asked what the air beds were for DH answered ‘that’s between man and wife’ 
you’d think after all this time they’d learn not to ask...