I go shopping this afternoon in torrential rain to buy food for dinner, then have mishap in car due to some idiot reversing their car and not seeing me behind, so I’ve quickly managed to swerve to the right but ended up scraping both alloy rims on kerb..... then finally get home, dry off, prep dinner, and phone beeps. Open txt and Mr Smow has just sent “Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m out with colleagues tonight. Don’t bother with dinner...”.
Is it too early for wine??
It is just us - and pretty sure he’s known all day but has left it last sec! Well I may as well join you ummmm - bottoms up!
(And dinner sounds lovely!)