or is that a paradox or something akin?
I always though 'Communicado' sounded such an interesting and exotic place - Ho, humm...
Not sure if he's having problems with his dongle[make up your own double entendre], signal or new laptop but he's only managed brief emails and last one said he could only get signal from his wife's bedroom - too weird for me...
While I do not kid myself and admit that I am aiding and abetting his infidelity (sexual and emotional) to her, sending me messages from her bedroom feels very odd.
Not sure what to do with myself today, but as was in mood to work I did so. I have build up of time in lieu hours to take in this particular paRT-TIME JOB, BUT MADE SENSE TO DO STUFF WHILE IN MOOD. i WILL BE VERY LAZY AND SELF-INDULGENT NEXT WEEK. (Whoops! Wasn't shouting, but accidently on cap lock and too lazy to retype...)
It's a bit blowy, but actually quite bright in Cardiff today, so I think I should get out of house if only to walk to post box and post stuff I've been working on today.
Always restless and a bit moody (for me) when he's away and the lack of emails that was going to make such a difference hasn't helped. Still - I've made my bed and so far willing to lie on it.
