The wife left for a 10 day holiday in France with her friend while the husbands work to finance the trip...not so bad as she deserves it, having to suffer me when I come home from work every day.
Anyway, she has just posted pictures of the farm 'hotel' where they are staying tonight and the steak dinner and lovely ice cream dessert. I came home knackered and drooled over them while eating some olives and a packet of crisps.
The football is on at 9pm and I want to sleep as I have an important meeting at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Normally I'm up at 04:30 and ready for work at 6am but I'm gonna have to trash that idea...another compromise, watch until half time and then decide whether to continue and "wing it" at the meeting or sleep on an England loss in a semi final.