I'm having a lovely time.
All has been going well at home without me there too.
Yesterday, my daughter sent a Snapchat picture out to me and her millions of followers. It was a sweet picture of her father making dinner for her at home (after three straight days of them eating out together).
She captioned the picture - Dad is making me dinner. I love him sooo much.
Which is lovely.
But, I’ve been making her dinner pretty much every night at home for the last sixteen YEARS.
He makes one dinner and he’s a Snapchat hero.
I’ve made roughly five thousand and eight hundred dinners for her and what do I get?
Yep, usually all I get is complaints.