Husband's gone to bloody Birmingham. This does give me loads of time to scribble, but I have been doing Wifely things so far (much needed Oven Clean, Bed Change and Laundry. Guh.)
It's very quiet. He's only been gone a few hours and I already miss him. Funny how you miss someone even not being in the next room, doing their own thing. *Sigh*.
Happy St George's Day, all you English friends. I really wish the English would reclaim St George off the Racist Idiots. There's so much that's wonderful about England, it should be celebrated. Only thing I've seen today has been a Scout Parade.
Oh, and a very happy birthday to Mr Shakespeare, too. Hooray for Shakey!