I'm being abandoned

I’ve been dreading the next week or so for months, but the time has finally come. Nick is heading back to the UK for a week of stag parties, Bank Holiday Mondays spent at the village fete, drinks in the spring sunshine with my daddy, mornings eating fresh Aga toast with homemade marmalade, and attending our friends wedding on the weekend before flying back too. He will basically be living my dream week, but sadly, he’ll be doing it without me.

Farewell flowers 

Thanks to a limit of 15 days holiday per year, I have no time to spare for fun and frolics back in the Shire at the moment. Thankfully, due to changes in management that are making my day to day work more mental than normal, I have managed to scrounge three extra days to provide a slight cushion to my July trip home, but that’s the best I could do this year. Still, for the coming week I will be on my own, looking for ways to fill a three day weekend this week, and then hopefully using the empty time that I will have in the evenings to ramp up the veggie-gym-sleep-water efforts. It's going to be a million miles from the week that Nick will be having, but hopefully it will be enough to push me over the line for my July measurements. 

            So, with the threat of Nick’s imminent departure, I decided that it was the appropriate time for steaks and wine for dinner. I bought the steaks, Nick brought me some amazing flowers (cut flowers don’t love living in the tropics so they are always a bit of a treat) and we settled in for a night of cooking, cleaning, packing (for some of us) and an early finish to make sure that Nick would be capable of dragging himself to the airport on Friday morning (anything in the 6’s are not good for Nick!). My world is going to be very empty for the next few days...