I'm sitting here awaiting the return of Hubby who has been away in Birmingham since Monday - he's due back in about three quarters of an hour, train service willing. After all these years (nearly 23) I still don't sleep too well when he's away and always count the days/hours until his return. This time, though, I don't know who/what he will be more pleased to see, me or the computer? It's the first time I've been left home alone since I started blogging and he was quite anxious that the computer remained in working order - oh, he of little faith. Anyway as the Marilyn Manson book isn't going down too well, I'm having to force myself and I'm yet to finish chapter one, I thought I'd kill time by posting a few jokes.
Alas, train service was more then willing, I've just received a frantic text message asking "Can I come in?" (he didn't have his keys with him), so Hubby is home a full twenty five minutes early which saves you from any more of my jokes - until tomorrow.