Abandoned

Mr Jones has abandoned me - don't panic - it's just for the week. He has gone off to the wilds of Kent to work. This news was met with mixed emotions. On one hand we'll miss the cuddles after long, hard days. On the other, we will enjoy a week that doesn't involve constantly picking up after him, listening to him snore and having to watch that abominable Vicki Butler Henderson woman on Fifth Gear re-runs. Richard Hammond she is not!

And when he returns on Friday having missed me lots, his arms filled with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and a bottle of Montana ready to whisper sweet nothings into my ears - I will wake up, wipe a little dribble off my chin, smooth my dishevelled hair and realise that I've just been woken up from a rather marvellous dream by Mr Jones dropping his suitcase, shoes, coat, screwdriver, drill, and unopened post in a trail from the front door to the kitchen. But that's just one of the many reasons why I love him so much.