And he's off!

Having recently written about my disdain for early mornings I now find myself, at 6 o'clock in the morning, writing a post. I clearly have no spine.

The good man's taxi arrived at 5.15 and I can't get back to sleep. He's off to SA for a week which has the following implications:

• The toilet seat will remain down.
• The toilet roll, when finished will be promptly replenished.
• Leftovers will make it into the fridge.
• There will either be no juice or some juice, but not a mere tablespoon left in the bottom of the carton delaying the purchase of some more.
• I will consume all the red meat I wish without concern for his runner's physique.
• My daughter will consume considerably less chocolate and, therefore not be prone to energy spikes just before bed time.
• I can sleep positioned like a snow angel.

And yet I can't wait for next Thursday...