It's been a stuggle to get time on the computer this eveming. Her indoors needed it to type up the terms and conditions of the charity she does a bit for. In between proof-reading her effort I've been cooking her dinner which I was able to serve at the peak of perfection. Alas, her need to keep typing may have marred her total enjoyment of the meal, but I was eventually able to remove her from the computer when I told her I urgently needed to use it to find the cheapest flights before Christmas. The computer seat was immediately vacated. She hasn't eaten her dinner yet and has since spent her time rumaging through her wardrobe. Women are such strange creatures. After all these years of marriage how could I have known she'd get so excited about the prospect of a refurbished set of darts in her Christmas stocking and what to wear for the Boxing Day match?