It is nice to have him home and nice to see him relaxing in the sun. He is, however, of the old school and secretly believes that you don't go brown unless you burn first. He sops to me by slathering himself in suncream but doesn't get the "Factor 30" thing at all and thinks this means he can lie out all day, plopping in and out of the pool.
So the point of this ramble.....
I have just met up with my very own little cooked prawn in the kitchen.
"I think I'm going to stop, have a cup of tea and watch some TV" he says, as he always says at the end of a busy working day - trying to elicit sympathy for how hard he's been working whilst I have lain on the sofa watching movies and eating chocolates. "I need a break." Deep sigh of self-sympathy.
I look at him, one eyebrow raised.
"A break from sunbathing by the pool, perhaps, my treasure?"