Mister Lillalotta has been gone for a couple of days, to the UK for some stocking up and 'large' shopping. He never does things by halves, and is picking up a digger, a truck ( he is a restoration-man ) and the mandatory large tin of Quality Street chocolates (my wishes are simple) We have never had the type of relationship where we live in each others pockets, and are very much independent. But, yes, I will be glad when he is back again. Somehow the house is much emptier without him being here. Monday can't come soon enough.