Most days, I get home before TLW. Just because of relative distances to workplaces and the fact that I don’t have to rely on Boris’ transport systems.
Yesterday, however, TLW was at home long before I was. And by the time I walked through the door the smell of cooking was amazing.
Thusly, instead of the usual stuff that I’d throw together of an evening, last night we had an actual roast leg of lamb and all the trimmings. Hurrah.
I could get used to this, oh yes…