Love the idea of taking it easy and putting my feet up. Lugged a huge heavy suitcase back on the train from Glasgow and then had to manhandle it onto the tube to arrive at Hombre's work so I could get a lift home. Was gazing expectantly at the platform entrance in the hope he may have come to pick me up, but no .
So my first hello to him after confirmation of my bellyful was a self-pitying 'hiiii' (on the out breath), but I can't stay cross with him for long.
Funnily enough, I informed him by moby photo of the piss-stick, and sent it just as he was getting in the shower so he didn't respond for half an hour. Well I wasn't going to ring him now was I and do all the chasing so I assumed, wrongly, that he'd got on a train so he could come an kick my head in by way of congratulation. Or that he'd poured himself a stiff drink. But no, he was speechless with excitement and proclaimed himself to be like 'Larry' and also that he would be on cloud 9 if it wasn't for this stinking man flu (cue: that's enough about you let's talk about me and my hypochondria)
So now we sit and wait. Trying not to dwell to much on it otherwise it will become my every waking thought, but at the same time if I didn't think about it at all I would be eating and drinking all sorts so I have to try and half think about it which is a pile of old dog-bobs.
extreme - if it's not your dressing gown, then how long precisely have you had those knickers on for?