It's that time of night. When I'm ready to leave at the time planned, and my lovely wife is still far, far from such.
So I have to loiter, without looking like I'm getting grumpy or trying to rush her, because whilst I may be and would love too, I know to only pick the fights I can win.
So loiter I shall, trying not to panic that we will be embarrassingly late for supper, trying not to get dog hair on me. Not so easy on this house.
It will be a lovely evening. And she will look gorgeous. I'm sure the investment of patience and stress will be worth every moment.
She always is.
Now hurry up already!