This is a very spontaneous post but I feel the need to unload. I am currently sitting in my dressing gown on a Friday morning, having had coffee in bed - filter, not instant. I am sitting in front of the wood stove which has been cleaned, laid and lit, with both children and dog out of the house on the way to school with Ken. He has got them up, dressed (okay, I got Isla dressed but that is a small matter), made Angus's packed lunch, sorted breakfast, gave Angus some antibiotics he needs for an ear infection, made sure Angus has taken his medicine to school and has money for non-uniform day, got the dog ready to go out (that is more complicated than you might think, but that is a post for another day), and is walking them to school. I have had a lie in.
Wonderful. As I said, is it right to brag about the goodness of one's husband?
The cynics among you might be wondering why Ken is able to do this on a Friday and that there must be some hidden agenda. You would be right. Mark is here and they are leaving later today to go walking for three days, but why let a small matter like that get in the way. And anyway, Ken didn't have to bring me coffee in bed or do any of the other things he has done this morning: He could have focused on packing for his walking trip.
On Tuesday we will be celebrating eight years of marriage. Thank you Ken. It hasn't always been a smooth ride due mainly to external influences not personal combativeness, but we have travelled it together, and that's the important thing.