Mr M flies home today. In fact, he touches down in 3 minutes. I can't wait to see him. He's only been gone 10 days day but it feels much longer. I'm frantically tidying because I have become rather slovenly recently. I'm blaming employment, but rather suspect that it is probably the ever so tiny lazy streak that I have. A glass of wine and Kirstie's Homemade Home Vs cleaning the bathroom. Hmmm. Difficult choice that one. As you can imagine with that attitude, no creativity has taken place recently beyond concocting different dishes based around the contents of the fridge, pasta and 15 minutes of cooking time.
Right - better dash. Have about an hour before he arrives and a rather long chore list to attempt to get through. Curses.