Himself has gone to Hungary (he's already nicknamed it "goulash side") for this weekend's Grand Prix. Although he often creates chaos in his wake at home - kitchen littered with washing up, paperwork strewn everywhere there's a flat surface - he also creates yummy food for me. It's too quiet without him (and I was only awake an hour this morning before I left for work!). I may starve, also.
Missing ya already, Cog!