Missing her

Well at last I can see the return of Alice, she having stayed in the Phils an extra ten days after me (just long enough for Alistair to recover from his chickenpox, poor lad. And sitting here in Doha, even as a seasoned expat, there is absolutely no doubt that I felt very much a stranger. What an odd feeling, after living in various parts of the world for so long I had decided I was not a stranger anywhere. But there is an empty feeling without one's wife.
And soon she will be back with that terrible need to make a decision as to whether to have the evenings drink, knowing that if she does I will certainly join her, to the detriment of my so-called diet; most ineffective in her absence!
The good thing is, of course, that she usually succumbs and I can see her beauty through the bottom of a glass. Very similar to a Friday brunch really I suppose, where I can easily be tempted to a second bottle of wine as we browse amounts the buffet delights.
But at least there no fear of being caught as this lady caught her husband. And if I was then I suspect that the queries response would not have helped much! But to be certain I suggest that you click on the newsprint clip to read it more easily.