Last weekend Husband got our old cot out of the attic. Or rather he got all the bits out - and found that some were missing.
'I'll look on ebay for a cot,' I said. (For when Baby comes visiting.)
'Don't you want Baby to sleep in the same cot that Daughter slept in?'
'Not if it's broken.'
'I can fix it.'
There's nothing a determined sentimental old granddad-to-be can't do with a bit of wood and a screwdriver.
We just need a new mattress and we're ready!
We were watching Lewis last night when I said, 'What this needs is some chocolate.'
Husband disappeared for a minute and returned with a festively-wrapped package. 'Happy Christmas,' he said.
I looked at him.
'I found it hidden in my wardrobe a few days ago.'
It was a multi-pack of Maltesers.
Ooh, I do love Malt ... Husband. And now he's cooking ratatouille and pasta for dinner so I can blog to my heart's content.