It’s me who now walks in and says, ‘Hi honey, I’m home’ and we still crack up. I’m the one who calls home before I leave town in case we need something from the supermarket. He has taken to his new role like a duck to water.
I am not good at housework but my husband is actually really good. I was in hospital many years ago at a time we were having a kitchen renovation and when I came home to a lovely new kitchen the kids told me that dad was actually much better at cleaning than I was. Some women may have been upset by that statement but not me. It has taken many years but now that he is taking time off work I leave him to it.
On the weekend we had a party at home. I usually spend the days before such an event cleaning everything within an inch of its life and stressing that everything will be just right. A complete waste of time and energy I know as the guests don’t care at all – they are there to have fun not check out my house cleaning skills. I left a list of jobs which I thought needed to be done and off to work I went. I expected the list to be thrown out but came home to a sparkling house. I was stunned - he had even cleaned the windows!
He even cooks for me when he won't be home. A few weeks ago he was going out before I would be getting home from work and I thought I would rustle up a sandwich or something for dinner but I arrived home to this series of notes. Even with me finishing off the meal it was delicious!
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turn on oven and put the tray in!
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Not too much
crocheting has happened as I have been reading lots. I have just started
reading The Best Man by Dianne Blacklock. Three little books have been sent to
my great-niece.
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| okay I can do this |
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| this was next to a bowl with cornflour mixture |
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