by debih » 17 Jul 2013, 22:00
I am going to throttle my husband if he keeps on sending me pictures.
He is in Cornwall "working".
So far he has sent me a photo of his amazing bed, the sea view from his room, the hotel spa, the beach, the sea, him and his mate fishing for crabs and his very lovely looking dinner.
I have spent the evening at a govenors meeting, getting home an hour ago and having a very, very late dinner of chicken kiev. No salad. No potatoes. Just a solitary chicken kiev because I couldn't be bothered to cook anything else.
If he sends me one more picture I will scream.
On the plus side they have got to go back sometime and I am hoping to join him. Leave the kids with my mum and go and have an all expenses paid couple of nights in a lovely spa hotel. I'd have to travel down with him and his mate in the van but I could cope with that. And I would be alone - completely alone - all day whilst they worked. I could definitely cope with that.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone!