My husband works away quite often - usually for a couple of nights a week, but recently his job role has changed and he will be away for a week at a time. Now and again I accompany him when he goes off on a work trip and as this week is his first in his new role I decided to go along for the ride.
I spent Friday to Monday with daughter in Dorset. Monday morning husband dropped me off in Bristol and I mooched there for a while before taking the train to Cheltenham. I met up with husband for a meal there and we stayed the night locally. Tuesday, husband dropped me in Tamworth where eventually I took the train to York and we spent two night's there (lovely). Thursday, I took the train to Knaresborough where husband eventually met me at about 5pm before driving on to Bicester where we stayed the night. Today we're in Lyndhurst and I'm in yet another coffee shop waiting for husband to finish his day's work before driving back to our daughter's house in Dorset. Tomorrow we're driving straight to Plymouth to visit youngest son and tomorrow I shall sleep in my own bed again. Bliss.
I have huge admiration for my husband's work ethic, but experiencing his working days at first hand really brings home to me how long and tiresome his days away from home are. He worked every evening until at least nine o'clock and one night until eleven. I'm pooped so goodness knows how tired he must feel.
I know Mr. Phoenix works away from home - does/did anyone else have gruelling work trips? Or maybe quite exciting ones?
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Hope that at least he's very well paid to help compensate!


