DH's insanity, Orville and the X factor....
DH needs to get back to work. As the visa application for Oz drags on I fear for his sanity. My first inkling that he was 'losing it' was when I found him sitting alone on a bed in the boys' room furiously assembling a gigantic Transformer toy whilst inexplicably wearing a hand-knitted hat on his head and a bow tie around his neck. So engrossed was he that he didn't notice me for some moments before looking up and asking 'have you seen the other truck for his foot? ' On another occasion he disappeared outside for several minutes; wandering outside onto the deck I found him perched on the roof of the garden shed staring out at the cows in the next field as if it were the most normal thing in the world (it is a very nice view mind you). Unlike me DH is not designed for idleness, but rather than seeking out things to keep him busy -- and without the cut and thrust of the world of work, not to mention the incentive of pay at the end of the month -- he sinks i...