Tuesday 29th August – eveningHumps comes in while I am getting dinner. “Just get yourself sorted, darling. Dinner’ll be ready in a tick.”
“Not until I’ve given you a good kiss and hug first,” he says.
“Haven’t lost any of your charm with age, have you?”
“Oh, no. If anything it’s escalated,” he playfully boasts.
“You’re all bouncy this evening,” I say to him.
“Yes, things are going very well. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I managed to get on with my work without being hounded by awkward people. And you, darling? What did you do today?”
“I had a look round some shops. I bought some yellow wool. Zia is making us bed socks. Yours are mint-green with white pompoms. You’re going to look really sexy in those.”
“What? You’re joking, right?”
“Never been so seriou
