It's the day of the big race here (horses, that is).
In the past, XH and I made a big thing of going out to an event or at least having a day at home with champagne and great food, while watching on TV.
This year it's just me and D17 who is on swat vac for her final exams.
She gets a text at 11am from XH: "Shall i come over with food (from our family's favourite bakery) for lunch?
She says yes but as she's just woken up, could he come at say 1 or 1.30pm?
No, he says, he'll be here in 30 mins.
Then it dawns on me. He's going to a big race-day celebration lunch (probably one that her school holds as a fund-raiser taking OW with him) and he feels guilty. So, we get a food offering before-hand to assuage his guilt.
It's a pattern that has been repeating since the start of this.
Sure enough, he turns up in OW's Merc convertible (indicating she's not at work today) and he's wearing his best suit.
A pie, a pastie, and a cream bun for me and D17, and then he's off, seeming really skittish. Asks me if I'm still OK for dinner this Thursday night. Oh yeah, OK, I say, absently, not looking up from one of the early races of the carnival that's showing on TV.
