I arrived home to an empty house tonight, as the Other Harf and Miss 9 have taken a trip down to Auckland to collect some bricks destined for our back patio, leftover from L & S’s renovation (S, by the way, has been given the all-clear by a neurologist – apparently he just had a faint. Well, okay then. Just hope he doesn’t “faint” again; he worried the crap out of us).
While the OH stacks the ute with bricks tomorrow, no doubt in the pouring rain, Miss 9 has been invited on an “Adventure” with L, who has taken the day off work to babysit her niece and nephew tomorrow (it’s school holidays at the moment) to take them ten-pin bowling and to MaccyD’s. Yay!
So I was tickled she thought of me amongst all this excitement, and left me a sweet little card as well as filling up my drink bottle. Bless ‘er cottons.
Despite treating myself with a chick flick ([He's Just Not That Into You](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1001508/)), a Thai Green Curry and a bottle of chilled Sauv, I miss them already…