Like the unwilling school boy, getting husband and me to work today was a slow trudge.the whining schoolboy with his satchelHusband took ages, faffed about with his new mobile phone, muttered about mastic to fix the leaky shower, read the paper and looked surprised at the thought of leaving the house at a quarter past eight.
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Husband retires today. I've dropped him off at work instead of him dropping me off (first time I've driven his car in years) so he can have a drink at lunch time and I'll drive him home in time and sober enough to get to his model train club.
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