Pete has been away in London all week working and was threatening to stay there and work the weekend. But he has just rung to say that he will be home tonight. The first day he goes away, there is a certain novelty about eating what I want, when I want, going to bed when I want and having complete control of the TV's remote control. But this feeling of independence only lasts for a day and then I begin missing him. For example: I have to get up every day at 5.30 to make time to walk Alfie before work. I do have to do all the cooking, when quite often Pete cooks. I have to buy my own drinks if I go down to the sailing club. I have to load and unload the dishwasher and clean the bathroom before the cleaner comes (!). And finally, Alfie is very good company but he won't argue with me about politics, work, football on tv or anything! Here is Pete at his happiest, at the helm of Carpe Diem.