Well my wife arrived back in Sri Lanka on Wednesday after a month's holiday in the UK. This means that the wild parties long .NET evenings have to stop. I escaped relatively lightly on the scathing comment front. All my wife's plants survived (more by luck than judgement though it has to be said) and although the kitchen was a little untidy (my words not hers - hers are censored) I did remember to put all the pizza delivery boxes out with the garbage the day before she arrived, had done the washing up and had mastered how to use the washing machine so the washing basket was respectively empty ;-) Four years of married life and I am already clueless in the kitchen :(
Apparently my wife had her bags searched at Manchester and when I say searched they were emptied. A few puzzled questions about why my wife was taking Bisto and other various food stuffs out to Sri Lanka (We basically can't buy them out here) and a confiscated nail file off my wife's person were the only issues brought up. Presumably the airport security were worried about my wife poisoning the airline food and then stabbing the survivors to death with her nail file ;-)
Anyway she bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels so I am a happy chappy, especially as it was a Poya (full moon) day over here in Sri Lanka (You can't buy alcohol in Sri Lanka at all but the top hotels on a Poya day) and I had forgotten to get in any beer. Must be losing it in my middle age.