Flight of fancy

I have been sitting here this evening, missing my man and awaiting his return. I am without James far too much of late. He really is a rather lovely, terribly attractive, super considerate and handsome husband. I do love him you know.

I rummaged in the children's book bags earlier, in order to ensure I have not forgotten to answer one of the many letters or invitations the children receive daily from their nursery school. I have been so very bored this evening.

In Freya's bag I found a card addressed to James! It appears to be a "Thank you" card for my super husband from one of the other parents, how very sweet. James really is a super papa. He spent the day recently at the zoo with the nursery school. I am sure that all of the mothers were impressed by his sensitivity...

I was just checking my email to see if my lovely man sent me a message from the airport earlier today prior to catching his flight home from Barbados. No message for me, but oddly one for darling James! Well actually three for James, all from various mothers at the nursery welcoming him home to the UK - hoping he enjoyed the cricket 'holiday' in Barbados! I do hope these lovely mothers from my daughters class are not flirting with my perfect husband.

James is not particularly charismatic, he is not a fabulous conversationalist if you understand me, he is rather 'cerebral', but he does drive a sporty Aston Martin DB9 ,and he has a super job. I like to think of him as aloof with an air of authority.

It's not fair, a girl marries herself an attractive and powerful man, and before she knows it - every female on the planet with a pulse is hounding him for attention!

Whatever next?