I know I am silly. I know its only one night. But still I miss him like crazy. Hubby has gone up to Brum. Just for one night mind. He is going to look at houses, hopefully to see something nice that we can buy. Bless him, he's seeing 6 in one day. And when he gets home tomorrow I won't be around as I'd made plans ages ago to go out for supper with friends.

The flat feels huge, the Bump is sitting quietly, sure he must know something isn't right. If I could go to bed now, skip work tomorrow and be here for Hubbys return that'd make my day(s). Work right now is a case of treading water, trying to stay afloat for the next 2 weeks. I can't wait to get out.

I should probably do something more creative with my evening than languish hereon the net, but I can't be arsed. Still, tis only 7.30 so plenty time to watch a film or something.