We've just consumed roast beef cooked by moi, husband?'s washed up and cleared the decks. I have a large glass of Malbec, I'm about to go out on the patio and enjoy the evening sun hallelujah!"where've you been sun?" I shall come in when it goes down and read my book on the sofa in the kitchen. I may briefly crerp in the living at 9ish grab my lap top to watch the Jenna Coleman drama. I expect other half to have morphed into one of the tens of thousands of Ron Managers around the country shouting at the tv by then, whilst the kids are furiously WhstsApping. Thank God, apart from the tears of joy/despair, tomorrow It'll all be over!