Rang DH at 5.15 and he said he was going for a drink and would be home soon.
Then he rang and said he had a couple so would get a taxi and be back for dinner by 7pm.
7.20pm phone rings while I am upstairs getting DS and DD ready for bed.
They are both playing up and jumping all over the bed and running off.
So am not in the best frame of mind.
DH had left a message saying there was a big problem and the taxi he arranged has not turned up.
So I ring him ,conversation goes like this-
Me-Hello,what has happened with the taxi?
DH-Oh it's all gone horribly wrong and can't get out of this place.
John can vouch for that.
John in the background-yes ,that is true
{bearing in mind he is a village pub about a 15 min drive from home}
Me-what do you mean you can't get out of there?
You are'nt in Siberia
DH-No I am not in Siberia,I may well as be
Que laughing in background from pub and John saying
"oh at least she has a sense of humour"
DH- don't know how long I will be ,put the dinner in the dog and see you later,night night.
God I hate that pub background banter.
So DH is sitting there having a laugh and showing off that he wears the trousers and I am stuckhere referring the childen yet again.
Only his 3rd taxi home this week,improvment on last weeks 4.