On Thursday, Captain Chaos aka my other half Devin, leaves for a two month stint on Le Cirque in Oz.

Now, his working hours are a nightmare of drop-kick short notice, ludicrously irregular hours - haring out of the house at a phone call;  weeks away from home and then weeks under my feet... anyone who follows me on twitter knows I can never commit to anything because his plans will change. It's like walking on chronological quicksand.

Don't get me wrong - his long stints away are actually welcome. I'm not one of these needy women who clings to my partner's time and arm. I actually enjoy the relief of my own routine, like my independence and thoroughly revel in having the house to myself. It's clean, it's quiet - it's ironic that get so much more done when I'm Single Mum.

Two months, though. That's a long time. Long enough for me to rape the postman.

Going to be a quiet Christmas.