I'll fly away in the morning
The best surprises are the ones that happen after a week of moping about in the dark and miserable snorting into already sodden tissues.
MDH somehow managed to wrangle five days of leave by secretly working the worst shifts and bearing the anger of the medical staffing secretaries.
And now we are going to spend the week together, watching seagulls soar from the shores of the Channel Islands.
Maybe it'll rain the whole week.
But I am quite happy to be cold and miserable in the company of the one I love.
See you all next Sunday.