so on a non dog and cat subject, we move to the long suffering hubby (well he thinks he's long suffering, I think he's grumpy, we'll agree to disagree on that). Sometimes he does have a hard time though and funnily enough always seems to not kick up a fuss just when I think he will...
Anyway, the poor soul had to fend for himself all weekend while I was killing myself at Guide camp - which meant he had to walk the dogs two or three times a day as well as feed and amuse himself. So I arrived back at 5.30pm on Sunday, hoping he won't expect me to either walk them or cook the meal - and he came up trumps! Had a meal all planned and had walked the terrible two. Nice husband!
So what thanks did he get? On Monday, when I should've been soothing his fevered brow (or at least feeding him with something cooked by my own fair hand), I discovered I had made an arrangement to meet a couple of friends, so Richard got back with the dogs after their evening walk and was handed a frozen pizza as I went out the door. Oops, bad wife!
No improvement today - I was out at a friend's this afternoon (I did work in the morning) so stopped in at Tescos to grab something microwaveable for tea tonight. Worse wife! Still he's had cooked meals every night for the last several months (I've been working my way through various cookbooks) so he can't really complain. I'm braced though...
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