Yesterday

Happily but maybe a little tediously, you are driven home safely. Traffic is heavy, but it usually is at this time of day. The long nights don't help either.

When you get home, you are pleased to see that you did not forget to lock the door after all. Phew.

You feed the cats, turn on the radio and read your Christmas Cards. Its about 6 pm, and for once you have to feed yourself. You don't like cooking, but told your wife that you would make lasagne, so there would be something for her to eat when she came back from London. Lasagne is a bit of a faff though and the minced beef hasn't quite defrosted yet.