I am a lucky, lucky, lucky girl.
I am sitting on my bed, in my warm, cute little house, which has been cleaned to within an inch of its life (I have no clue what that cliche means but I likes it)  It is a very grey wet day outside and I am so grateful that I am inside, with my youtubes and sugar free chocolate . 
I have the worlds bestest husband, I know there are people out there who think they have the worlds bestest husband, but you don't, you are wrong, his name is Scotty too Hotty and he is mine, mine all mine.
He has a new job n the city, which means he is leaving at some ungodly hour of the morning and coming home after dark.  It is a great job and he is very happy in it and doing the thing he loves doing, which is learning new things. 
Yes he is a bit of a swot, he always has been, and he is good at it.  When we were both studying Degrees at the same time, he was much better at it than me.  The entire way through he an was A++ and I was a solid B, granted I was studying Art and Design and he was studying Business, which are very different subjects, but he still kicked my ass every week.