...or indeed any other reason that would prevent him from being home in time to retrieve DD's broomstick from the attic prior to tomorrow's school Hallowe'en disco, he might (just might) either phone/text me to say so, or indeed answer his bloody phone?
Especially as in being late he is leaving me to deal with three overtired and cantankerous children, one of whom isn't well, and another of whom (I have just noticed) has felt pen all over his face because he has been sucking a Crayola washable pen.
Obviously, DH might, as I type, be in bed with a pneumatic blonde, and if that means I can have an early night without serving his conjugal rights, then so be it.