R is away with work and has been since last Thursday. He returns on Tuesday. Things were somewhat uncomfortable in the Highrise when he left. I have not received an sms or phone call as yet. I will sms him Sunday. See if a get a nice reply or 'eff orf bitch' reply. Ah, we mature folk really have it together.
He did not cook for two days before he left. The first day I made myself raisin toast for dinner. The next day I thought I needed something decent to eat, so I cooked a rasher of bacon with two fried eggs. He went across the road and bought Chinese take away after I had cooked my wholesome meal.
Then he was gone and I could feel the vitamins dreening away from me. I cooked up a heap of vegetables and barbecued two lamb chops.
At least he had made me a lasagne before he left. I retrieved it from the freezer and had one serve with salad and will have another before he returns. Tomorrow night I will have the other two lamb chops with vegies.
But working every day and cooking for yourself sure takes up the time. Prefaced with I don't do anything at night apart from tv and net after 8, I seem to have had no spare time at all.
Sister wants us to look after Little Jo on Wednesday night while she goes to the soccer. I am in the process of making my three day prep very special pea and ham soup for when R returns. Combined with a crusty loaf, either or both of those may soften his heart.
Written yesterday. It is now Sunday night and although I sent an sms this morning, no answer was the stern reply.