In their generosity my employers decided that I would be more productive if my lovely wife came to visit me, so last weekend was spent (a) checking that Consuela, my faithful fortnightly Hispanic cleaner, had removed all incriminating evidence of my batchelor lifestyle, and then (b) collecting the aforementioned spouse from the airport. She has come for ten whole days, and I am taking a week off work to engage in a programme of fun activities, some of which I will relate in future posts. The rest of the weekend itself however was devoted to "chilling".
So what have I learnt?
(1) The time between a plane landing and a loved one arriving through the gate is a lot longer than you think, especially when the loved one in question is somebody you've been missing for weeks.
(2) Palo Alto is full of restauranty type places which I have never visited because I didn't want to eat alone.
(3) The bed in my apartment is a lot less comfortable when it is supporting the weight of two people, but I don't care.
(4) None of the programmes recorded on my DVR are woman friendly viewing.
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