Preening

Such a lot of preening going on today.

This morning, after his now daily tendon manipulations, my boy started preening himself ready for a day out with the boys - I'm not sure there weren't girls too, but none that he was mentioning.

My girl is out tonight and has been into town to buy 'killer heels'. She failed miserably but did bring home some rather nice trousers. She has set about preening herself in preparation for the oogling, slobbering boys. Sends shivers!

And I, well of course I am preening myself in preparation for the return of my No. 1 boy. It's a ritual I don't like to give up. It's important to shower and change into more suitable clothes, apply full slap and have dinner ready and a drink in hand for him.

Now either I fell in the water today and have a brain freeze, or have been watching too much Mad Men - because after a week of hotels and lonely meals in lonely restaurants, he will be happy to see my usual smiling face regardless of my lack of preening. Won't he?