Ok, he didn't say that, but I did get a big, if rather weary, smile when Number Guy got home. Nonetheless, he was sent straight to bed - I learnt the last time this happened that letting him potter about is abad,bad idea. This time he is going to sleep (aka pass out with exhaustion) for about 4 hours and then accompany me on a mobile phone aquistion trip. Living the highlife, eh?
Now, while my love is snoozing I could do something really useful - deal with the recycling. But I will have to gird my loins for this, and quite frankly it is such a lovely sunny day I'd rather be on my balcony with a cup of tea, my knitting, a good book, Radio 4 and my latest audiobook. Maybe even all at once!