
Husband and I share a desk diary. I noticed a few days ago there was a very scribbled entry for today which read 'golf'. I assumed this meant Husband was playing golf - as you would.
I am informed this morning that no - he is not playing golf - we are hosting his golf buddies and their wives to a BBQ which I think will actually be occurring in the rain!
I once cured Husband of hanging his suit on my wardrobe door (why not his own side) by placing a coathanger or other uncomfortable objects in his side of the bed every time the above mentioned suit appeared hanging on my wardrobe door. This certainly worked! I shall now be hatching up a cunning plan to try and cure husband of leaving me in the dark over social engagements.