We’re away for the weekend . Yes the weather is a bit crap - but we can’t change it. He’s been grumpy all weekend . It now around 2 30 in the afternoon and he’s gone back to bed - ffs. We were meant to be going out and doing something . He’s not hungover or anything. He gets ibs - I sympathise because so do I . One of his triggers is pastry - so I’m struggling with why he’d eat bloody pastry twice on Friday then moan all day yesterday about his ibs. I feel fit to burst . Bring on the wine