Cause I won't Let You Walk away...

Today I have mostly been a domestic gooddess.

By that, I mean I got out of bed before mid-day, straightened the cushions on the sofa, and sat for a while contemplating being nice to my husband.

He has had a week at work, a day of nursing me, two days of a First Aid Course, and tomorrow he has to travel on the train for a week for a course in Glasgow followed by a weekend working shift.

Of course, he has me to come home to every night and has me to cool him down in bed with my cold feet. That in itself is reward for living. I am such a joy to behold, pleasant, always smiling, never farting, skinny, don't take up the majority of the bed, don't terrorise him for my own amusement, and always appreciate all the beautiful meals he prepares for me. :-)

So I thought, today, it would be different I would treat him.

With my own fair hands I made Bouf Wellington avec, not only pastry, but with butter fried mushrooms and garlic, topped with Pate. Oh yes, I bloody well did. Then I made meringues! Wow. How Good Am I!

Am such a good wife when I can be bothered. I may even wear bedsocks tonight.