So, as far as I know, on Valentine's Day, Jeremy zoomed off to the O2 Centre with one of his sons and partner, a few of those mythical friends from work and his friend's wife (the one on whose floor he seemed to spend an awful lot of time sleeping) and kissed the rest of his tickets goodbye.
Meanwhile, back in Singletown, I had the house to myself. Younger daughter had gone to a party and Elder son was despatched to spend the night with his girlfriend. For the first time in months I was totally and completely alone.
Until lovely Lukewarm arrived.
With only one shirt.
