Two days in a row now, I have come home to find Mark almost done making dinner and did some cleaning and tidying around the house.
Yesterday was cold, bitterly cold. So when I walked in the door and the house smelled full of warm food smells, I was in heaven. There was homemade buttermilk pancakes on the griddle, complete with enormous sweet blackberries (three per pancake) and naughty, naughty bacon frying in the skillet. Today, I came home to find him making bagel pizza