Wifey is doing the ironing (she just finished the washing-up too - all is well in the Universe...) and insisting I blog, given she did earlier today. Twice.
The risk with this situation is that it turns into a live blog about what she's saying to me as she irons and I type... For example, it's amazing how quickly she can move from one topic to another. In the time it takes me to write the first paragraph she's moved from there being no messages from my sister on Facebook, to how I don't talk to my parents enough, to how her father loves his caravan more than her . Women really can mutlitask!
I, on the other hand, apparently can't type.
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