Evening wenches, I'm knackered. I spent the morning cleaning windows and hoovering and it's too hot.
Last night I got up at 4.45 to go to the loo and the burglar alarm was going off. I don't know what time it started as I don't hear it in the bedroom when the door's shut. I went downstairs with much trepidation brandishing my German WW2 ceremonial dagger, which looks impressive but isn't sharpened, but all the doors were closed and everything was in order. This leaves me with the thought that there's a massive spider somewhere in the house which had set off one of the passives. Eeek!
Anyway, DH is home! He's tired but fine. His meds are a nightmare this time; three lots of tablets to be taken once a day, three times a day with food and four times a day, together with the syringe of blood thinners as before. In addition he has to put an ice-pack on his leg three times a day and do various exercises. Nurse Apricot is on duty again. 
Hope NotSoMiniLetUs enjoys his prom.