Winnie at one level and Mary at another.
The Prof came home last night exhausted. I am up at 6 am this morning and wont get back from work until 8 pm. By then the Prof will be journeying to work elsewhere.
Ships that cross in the night is an apt phrase.
We grunted at each other this morning as William opened his bowels on the landing wall ( he's old and he likes backing into things remember?)
Only eleven months before I retire!
Then I can get a proper job
One with no unsocial hours