He has gone for a nap. Which is fine we woke early and he has had a fucker of a week at work.
But when he arrived for his nap. I was in the en-suite shaving my legs and about to start sorting through my clothes in preparation for a rare night out together tonight. He said he was going to have a rest but I should get on with whatever I was doing (he didn't know,). I have left him to it as it is not feasible to start tossing the contents of my wardrobe on the bed and trying things on, while he is trying to get 40 winks in.
I was going to put some music on, try stuff, try not to get bogged down in how old I am (48 2 days ago). Find my make up, clumsily apply it etc. I had a plan and now it is delayed for nap time ...
I have not gone out out for a while and we rarely go out together. A big part of the fun for me is deciding what to wear and taking my time. We are walking to the next village for our meal and that takes about an hour and booking is 6.45 so not that long away really.
So I will do my nails while he zzzz's I suppose. I