** I'm home alone **
Kev's stayed in Spain to ride his bike, play his guitar and have rampant sex with smouldering señoritas.
You can congratulate me on three weeks of successful cohabitación and be happy for me that I now have some time in my own little place with my own front door. And when Kev gets home he'll have his own front door as well.
I'm just not very good at sharing my space. I did it for 48 years and that was enough.
But I have been very, very good.
When asked how I manage to get through 'a whole jar of marmalade' in two days - I counted to ten and did not retort by substituting the words bottle, wine and 10 minutes.
I have listened with hardly a yawn as Kev practised his rusty, circumlocutory pedagogical skills on me. I refrained from suggesting that If he misses teaching so much he could go back to work.
So now there will be pizza eating, re watching of the History Boys, Christian Bale and (possibly) Withnail and lots of unstructured time and spontaneous outings.
Who knows - I may even have a day out in Oldham, Rochdale or Ramsbottom.