... but really, this is too much. I've arrived in New Mills at last and there was no welcoming committee, no fanfare, no tickertape, in fact there wasn't even a wife to come home to, or even a key to my house. I had to go cap in hand to Martin to ask for the spare key. I felt like Burt Lancaster in "The Swimmer" where he finally gets home and his house is a deserted wreck with tumbleweed blowing through.
It sems wifey got a little too blase (or too pissed) during her night out wtith the girls, and missed the last train home and had to stay in Katya's house.
Yes, of course I forgive her.
