I felt somewhat like the luckiest girlfriend in the world last night. Karl started his Summer Holidays on Monday, but because I was sick and didn’t go to work on Monday, yesterday was his first day alone. I left him two things to do: pick up a shelf-thingy from Homebase that they had on sale and peg the washing I’d started on the washing line.
I got back last night to not only discover that he’d bought a set of shelves and pegged the washing out (he did a good job too — I have high standards and I don’t like peg marks on clothes) but he also tidied and hoovered the bedroom, washed the bed linen and pegged them out to dry too. He had the kettle hot ready for a cup of tea for when I walked through the door and he’d started repainting the lean-to shelter on the back of the house.
I can just see him as a househusband.