DP is slaving away in his office creating the computer program that will make us rich but he has not moved since 8am. I have offered him food and water and have been curtly told NO. He hasn't even been to the loo (unless he's wearing nappies or wetting his pants).
We are moving house and countries tomorrow, but I haven't started packing because we have no boxes because he hasn't driven me to the shop where they sell them or even to the supermarket where I might get some for free (we're overseas, I'm very pregnant and incapable of driving our right-hand drive car on the left without laying waste to half the city - judge as you will).
It's also a gorgeous day and we have a hammock on the terrace that is now edging into the dappled sunlight.