He even rejected my dinner this evening! Sob! Had left it on the hob to be reheated. Dunno what he ate but he avoided it. Spag bol. And I make a damn decent spag bol. Damn! Guess we`ve gotta eat it tomorrow instead! ;-)
But, I get your point, Jack and Jeff. Sadly, patience is not my forte. So I suppose another virtue of these limboland lessons is that I have to learn how to watch paint dry with a smile on my face.
I`m taking your reward suggestion seriously Jack! Every three weeks of this I`m going to indulge in some retail therapy to cheer me up!
And have learned so much already from all of this in the past three weeks I really shouldn`t be complaining.Its left me very open to every possibility I suppose. Including that H and I won`t make it. I`m just maazed at how much I`ve been thinking about it, how up and down I`ve been and yet how H seems to be on an utterly different trajectory, being pretty consistent in dragging the M right down.
