Tomorrow never comes

At last Alice is coming home, only one more sleep (as I used to count time while waiting for Christmas as a Kid) and then she and Alistair will be here. Of course they have been enjoying decently cooked pork and such while I have been striving to look after myself.
Its such a drag having to do the shopping myself and since my immense age means I am well knackered after work I hate popping down to the shops.
Especially because in a less exhibitionist country like Qatar the likelihood of eye candy such as this passing through the Souq is pretty low. But in fact since Alice is my ideal I usually hang out in the malls while assuring myself of being protected from such sights. Mind you I sometimes feel that perhaps I am being a shade too showy; but one must follow one's dream, even if it leads to becoming a little foolish looking.
But the worst of being alone is the tidying up to do before she gets back. Since I have my liquor permit I have been eating sensibly in my wife's absence, but I can't say the same for the drinking and I may have the odd empty to dispose of.