This week I’m heading back to August 2014 where I had a bit of a whinge about my beloved hubby. Of course, we’ve not had any smilar problems in recent months for the obvious reasons. I am always thankful for small mercies.
My beloved has always spent at least three nights a week away from home. Hence the longevity of our marriage. Just recently that time has been spent in the UK and he typically flies in and out of Gatwick with BA. During the summer months he tends to catch the last flight back on either a Thursday or Friday evening. A flight which is
frequently always delayed. He can arrive at any time up to two hours after the due arrival time and well past my usual bedtime.
For the next two weeks, he’s catching an earlier flight back. But as he departed on Tuesday there was some…
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