The Scream

Only two hours till Mr B is home. And I think I might have scraped a pass today.

Another rainy cold morning, but sunny and warm this afternoon so we had another short walk around town. Dinner was a crowd-pleasing chicken pie which filled everyone up so much that all grown ups refused pudding. Just as well as all I had to offer was a selection of leftover puddings from previous days*.

With the imminent arrival of the prodigal son/husband/dad I am beginning to feel a little hyper. Though it could just be that fudge I gobbled up for my secret pudding...

*I know! Leftover puddings! What is with that?