The boyf is working nightshift tonight.
He's not too happy about it, but he got to finish early today and he gets to go in late tomorrow. Seems fair enough to me. I made him a nice tea to compensate.
In the meantime, I'm going to chill out with a book, have a bath and watch Supersize v Super Skinny, which he can't stand but which I find myself watching in spite of me screaming inside my head that it's a completely pointless programme that most people will watch just to go 'ugh, look his/her fat thighs! Cor, those ribs will have your eyes out!'
Speaking of food (when don't I) I went to a vegetarian restaurant the other night. The boyf didn't quite know whether he'd enjoy it or not but I told him it would be fine. He was cheered at the thought of being able to bring his own wine though.
So we set off, in the freezing Friday night, and went to this lovely little veggie restaurant. The boyf had a really nice mushroom wellington, with a huge fat portobello mushroom on the bottom as the base. I had a leek, feta and dolcelatte tart, all washed down with a couple of bottles of rouge with our friends. Lovely.