Well today we feel well enough to venture out on his golf buggy and get some fresh air.  A whole afternoon to myself!  6pm he's not home, so I put some pasta on, pour a glass of wine and the sun is shining,  bliss.  I decide to drag the wheelie bin out but only get half way up the drive when my neighbour shouts me over to update me on the brother in law's unexpected death in Cyprus, I suddenly hear a terrible grating noise and turn around to find hubby backing down the drive and pushing the wheelie bin with his rear bumper!  I pelt cross the lawn,  retrieve the bin before it hits the gstage  door that has just been replaced after he reversed into it after the cancer diagnosis,  risking my life as I grab it from being squashed, I then remembered the pasta,  dash through the house and find is boiling all over my clean hob!   He saunters in without a care in the world attitude (well apart from the cancer)  and tells me I should be more careful leaving pans unattended.   You will be glad to know he is still alive!