Last night, I went to my very good, kind friend Sandra's 42nd birthday drinks evening.
Lots of women from all over the world (Sandra is a member of an international club for women; I tag along and get to meet other people, for free).
It was a great evening, and I only left at 1h30, eventually walking into the house at 2 a.m.
The husband was waiting in his bathrobe in our door frame, telling me that I am henceforth grounded.
He was worried, bless.
Thought I lay mangled around a tree or had chucked myself off a bridge.
Must have been scaring him with my strange behaviour lately.
Sorry, love.
Punishment was getting up early this morning.
I let him sleep late when he goes out, you know.
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