Finally it's all about being hot!

It is a G-L-O-R-I-O-U-S day.

It was the same yesterday too.

Last evening I sat in the sun and tried to soak up some of the rays and got some work done and then Himself arrived home.

Feeling very sorry for himself and those like him.

Work has slowed down a lot now, and even though he's working the weekend shift there's not much to do except sit around in the lunch hut or the smoking shack and share with his colleagues.

Yesterday's sharing was all about the pissed off female partners apparently. Apparently all the lads got it in the neck from the partners when they went home Friday night. In fact, one of them had had to sleep in the truck. Such was the intensity of the domestic disharmony caused by working this one.last.weekend.I.swear.honest.guv.

Himself turned the pair of soulfuls on me.

Full blast.

Not a twinkle in them.

Just pure misery.

Pretty hard to resist they are.

And waited.

Ha, I said, Vindicated!

I can resist most things. Especially when I've spent the day washing dirty underpants and cleaning teenage bedrooms.

Where does the sand come from? Is she sleeping on the lake beach? Do I want to know?

Anyways, we're nothing if not reasonable so we assumed a negotiating position across the dining room table and hammered out a deal and then went for dinner.

Last night was so warm we spent most of it sitting in the garden with a bottle of wine. Our neightbour came over for a chat. The stars twinkled. Not a mosquito in sight yet. A little breeze swooshed in from the lake every now and then.

Bliss.

Happy days. I love it when the summer arrives here.

And the combined outrage of all the partners appears to have shifted the workers in the direction of not working any more weekends. But the male bonding has to continue, so we're all going to go out together some weekend night instead.

For the obligatory comparison and decision as to who has the hottest girl no doubt.

Himself has not told them that I am the hottest girl. Apparently that would be rude, even though it is true. Currently the boss is considered to have the hottest girl, so I will have to be produced in a subtle, offhand and low key manner that suggests that there is no inkling on Himself's part that he has the hottest girl, so as not to create an international incident.

Right.

After which I will no doubt be crowned the hottest girl.

Grand so.

But you must have said something about me, if you are all sitting around discussing your girlfriends when you are supposed to be working.

Apparently he has told his colleagues that his girlfriend is Irish and can drink them all under the table.

Christ.

Possibly. In 1995.

But not now.

I do hope his future in the company is not hanging on this assertion being proven right. You never know with those kind of guys.

Going to spend the day outside now with my stupid statistics.