Oh hang on, another one! I was alone in the house and had uhmmm gone for another kip (I like my sleep, ok? 
) My husband was at work and his job at the time meant he worked outdoors and usually locally so if passing he'd often pop in.
I was reading my book and heard the key in the lock, uh oh, can't be arsed talking, pretend to be asleep (relevent; it's how I am so sure I wasn't half asleep and dreaming) totally conscious choice to put the book down and act asleep heh, I was even quietly giggling about my cunning plan.
Heard him come up the stairs, come into the room, rummage about in the wardrobe then come over to me, lean over me and look at me for a few seconds before he left the room and left the house.
Ten minutes later, I had resumed reading, but heard his key again. This time I decided to grace him with my presence and walked down the stairs towards him asking "what now?" he looked a bit puzzled and asked what I was on about. You've just bloody been home, says I. He hadn't, it was the first time he'd been home that day.