I don’t want to say any more than this: my lovely husband, who is paid hourly, and normally leaves the house before 7am and often doesn’t get home until 6.30 or 7.30 or 8.30 or even later, has been getting home nearer to 3.30 or 4 for the past week and a half. Yesterday, he clocked up not even 5 hours. Work is slow, he tells me. People aren’t spending money. All the guys are getting home early. And then he adds, but this is normally a busy season. His on-call days are usually as filled up as his normal days, but last weekend he had only two quick calls.
He hasn’t yet got that all-important local license — he has to wait for the next exam date, which won’t be until spring — and, because of that, he is the least qualified of all the guys at work. And he was the last in.
I am very frightened.
Stumble it!
