How I yearned to be on my own. I took the student back to Farnham with his new clothes and returned to the dog. I stroked his ears and we both let out a large sigh of relief before curling up on the sofa together to watch Downton Abbey with no interruptions ... for once.
Today, after the physical jerks (Zumba), the Lovely Claudia is coming to play. We will no doubt smoke cigarettes and talk about sex and shopping - not necessarily in that order - whilst her ten year old niece, with whom she has been lumbered for half term, makes my kitchen sticky performing cupcakes.
In truth, I don't seem to be on my own much this week at all and just when I am, Mr Smith will reappear with tales from Turkey ... of golf.
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