September 10th 2015. My 27th wedding anniversary. And I am home alone.
That’s right, HOME ALONE. My darling wife has, on this day 27 years to the day since we wed AND 31 years to the day since we met, deserted me and gone traipsing around the Med on board a cruise liner.
I am devastated. So much so that I have popped over to Tommi’s and had a portrait of the delicious Nigella inked onto my arm.
It’s OK though, the wife knows about it.