Letter to my girls

Well Dad has gone off fishing to Africa and poor Harry has been left to look after me. He's not at all impressed by the contents of the fridge.
I was quite confident that when I came home from Pilates tonight there would be a hot dinner waiting for me - and there was! Tomatoe and chorizo sauce with spaghetti - yummy.
Well there is a price to pay: when I tried to take his photo he said that he'd cooked my dinner, walked my dog and he wasn't going to have his photo taken but he did, ha.
I've got a day off tomorrow so I'm heading into town to buy something nice.