On the mend

I left Husband alone twice yesterday, in the morning when I walked George and in the evening when I went to Zac's. When I came home in the morning I found him mowing the front lawn. In the rain. In the evening I discovered he'd eaten lots of cake and drunk 3 glasses of whisky. (Three glasses?!)

This morning he woke up saying he'd had a bad night with a lot of pain. I added to that pain by slapping him soundly.

I'm not leaving him alone again.