Originally Posted by con struct
I'm just back from taking Mrs. con struct to the airport. She's going home to England for three weeks. Three weeks of rattling around alone in this house. It's depressing. Already I don't know what to do with myself.
Three weeks - that's a long time.
Mr Madge works in Sweden for two weeks every month. We can tolerate being away from each other for one week at a time (I take the opportunity to invite my best friends round for dinner and plenty of alcohol, which is rather fun) but I go with him for the second week so that at least he has a proper meal on the table and somebody to talk to in the evening.
I'm there now, watching internet TV and reading DW, and wondering who ate all the Haribo.