I wrote a long post and it disappeared, can't be bothered. Basically Mr N disappeared all pm and I was convinced he would come home "in his cups" which he can't cope with! but no, he bought the new tyres and went back to the MOT centre and it passed, thinking ill of him, I did not cook any dinner, but have just knocked up a chilli con carne and rice.
Hija forgot her uniform so I got an urgent message to trot down to work with it, even more fuming as Mr N had the car I had to change my clothes (mini dress OK in car not for walking in public) she met me half way.
The Mr N and I settled down to watch Brendan's etc and the doorbell went, the doorbell never ever goes, so I had to find my shoes and trot down to the lane where our gate is (and the doorbell) it was the satellite man wanting his yearly fee for doing rock all, so I told him to come back on Monday, wasn't trotting back to the house, so I opened the gate so aforesaid chappie could turn his car round, lane being too narrow, and mousey got in the way, so I picked her up and when car went past she panicked and scratched my right nipple through the dress right across, it is soo painful. Be glad to get to bed and start again tomorrow.