DBH back at work properly today, so I thought I would celebrate not having to do so much cooking with a slow, lazy day of just sorting out stuff and generally tidying - then remembered that he wants me to meet him at 6pm to go to a drinks party. As they are always incredibly boring, but I shall be driving, it means that I have to get dressed up, drive, stand and talk about heaven knows what for an hour or two whilst eating dry or soggy nibbles, then drive home again.
Celebration of cooking/dressing-up freedom now postponed until tomorrow.