Serious Grovelling

Robbie must have very sore knees because he had to do some serious grovelling after last night. Friday is the only weekday evening that we can spend together and it is nice for me to just sit down and enjoy the evening wit Robbie. Well that is the theory, on the rare weekends when he doesn't go away to play trains he always manages to work late! Yesterday was no exception, I went to the trouble of making him a chicken casserole with mashed potato but when I phoned to see where he was he was (allegedly) stranded in a pub in the north with his friends – dinner in the dog yet again! He got back to Northampton at 11pm, I picked it up from the station but it was a chilly ride home in more than one sense. It took me until this afternoon to forgive him, well, he is almost forgiven, but I do expect him to be a bit more thoughtful. He is now suffering with my cold, he is doing an Oscar winning portrayal of a 'dying duck' and he is annoyed with me for being unsympathetic, poor Robbie it's such a hard life!