Dave at long last has got a break from the Garden centre, he’s got about three weeks off. Its Monday morning, my usual Blog day, it’s 9.30 and I’m already nearly howling with frustration. I told him this was my writing time, but he’s giving no concessions. The radio/tv will stay on the whole day as he has for years said it drowns his tinnitus. He’s cleaning the flat, I suppose I should be grateful but as usual its accompanied by comments about my failures in that department Ok maybe justified, but I’m saving it for the end of the week when I get ready for visitors. Its pouring down with rain so I can’t go outside and work. I’ll eventually get used to it, and he’ll be back to work but for today, ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!