From Monday to Thursday I see very little of Robbie, he leaves for work at an indecently early hour so we don't have much to say in the way of meaningful conversation. By the time I get home at about 10.30 Robbie is feeling sleepy, but if I am lucky he manages to stay awake for half an hour or so without nodding off. I look forward to Fridays because I only do my writing work on Fridays, I don't have to work in the evening so Robbie and I can eat together and enjoy a relaxed evening. Well that is the theory anyway, every week Robbie manages to wreck it one way or the other, either he goes out to play trains, works late or he finds some social event or other that he absolutely has to attend. Every time he promises that next week it will be different but every Friday is monotonously similar, Robbie is conspicuous by his absence and I have to rely on the cat for intelligent conversation, he's a lovely cat but he's not very talkative!
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