Day 28 - Parties and Bolognaise

Another Saturday. The phone has been charged although I know I won't get a call today, well, not about the interview anyway. Another present has been wrapped though we're not too sure if we will be able to get to Sophie's friend's party this afternoon, the weather is still pretty dicey. Another 3 washes have been put on, the uniforms need to ready for the weeks ahead.
Another Saturday.
I do love the weekend. But it does mean that I have to wait another 48 hours until things might move again.
But I will not obsess. I will not think about the "what if"s and the "maybe"s.
I will spend the day devoted to my family and will be there for them today. I will not switch on my laptop until after the XFactor is over tonight.
John went shopping with Emma while Sophie and I went to the party. Of course she is at an age where I could really leave her there for the two hours, I know her Mum well enough by now. But I decided that I would endure the terrible hardship that is slurping coffee and catching up with all the gossip for a while (and then later I can call in some brownie points with John, à la "I just spent two full hours at a children's birthday party, cos I know how much you hate them, I always pull the short straw on that one, you know... I could really do with a drink, darling, will you get me one, please please please???"
Of course I need to remind myself that John does not spend copious hours in our "new" shower while I'm out - for me, the novelty has not yet worn off, but John could not be any more interested in our new tiles than he would be watching the washing machine do a full cycle. Instead, while we were out, he put away all the shopping that he and Emma had acquired - and he stuck to the list, apart from the treat that Emma insisted on, and by the sounds of it, thoroughly deserved as well. When we arrived back, Sophie pretty much green in the face from her 5 cups of fizzy orange, 3 nuggets, 25 chips, 2 bags of jellies and half a bar of chocolate, dinner was ready and the table set - and despite my consumption of 3 buckets of tea, I pretended to be hungry as a bear (and not a sparrow) and tucked into my bolognaise. I mean, I had to show my gratitude, didn't I.
Fiona is always in awe when she hears about John's culinary departures. I suppose I am used to it by now, but when I think about it, there are not too many hubbies that I know who can hold their own in the kitchen and actually enjoy cooking. He may not know one end of a hammer from another ("Is that a big 4x4?"), may not be familiar with the various types of adhesive required for effective tiling, but he knows the merits of adding sugar to a bolognaise to avoid acidity, and how to cook the pasta perfectly al dente.
I love Saturdays.