With Fliss being away for the last week I’ve been fending for myself and enjoying the, albeit limited, run of the house. To be honest I haven’t really done too much of note – played some games, watched some football, tried to clear the dirty washing backlog – stuff like that. There have been no hedonistic parties or drunken debauchery befitting of a week of freedom. Maybe I’m just getting more boring in my old age.
Although it’s nice to have a break, I’m looking forward to having them back tomorrow night. I’m hoping Elisha will remember who I am and that Fliss doesn’t find too much wrong when she inspects my, probably, poor attempt at tidying the house for her return.