Anyway, after queueing for a taxi in the city centre, she arrived home at 3.30am. The she wanted to talk. She always wants to talk. This used to drive me crazy until a woman at church said to me "It's when she comes home at half-three and she doesn't want to talk you're in trouble." So, we talked. Till 4am. She decided she would go to bed. This seemed an excellent idea to me, as she had to get up at 5am to go to work. (Part-time, university holidays, but 5am all the same). And guess, just guess, who has to get up to make sure she gets up?
So the de-cluttering went by the board. The Football Fanatic came home from work at lunchtime and slept till 6 o'clock. I cleaned the kitchen, went to the greengrocers, made a large pan of chicken stock for tomorrow, washed, ironed, sorted out three Wii-based arguments, hoovered the living room and made a roast dinner for six people with three vegetables and roast potatoes.
Sleeping Woman Colin Watson