Engrossed

I'm not a football widow, my man doesn't go to the boozer with his mates. My man loves cars, he works with them all day, then, when he comes home, he either goes into his garage to play with his 1949 car, or he does the above.

He spends hours and HOURS looking , for new ( old) cars, for rare parts, spare parts. He hides a lot of his eBay finds from me in the loft, he has made it very difficult for me to get up there. Wise man.

There may be a small chance that by the end of the day tomorrow, I may have a new toy. We shall see.