and I suppose I am, but I really really love having Mr H drop me off at work every morning and then pick me up at night. And today I had to get public transport home [oh, the humanity].
Sitting next to an old man who reeked of pee only reinforced my need for a personal chauffeur.
Of course, almost treading on a dead cat that was laying on the footpath did nothing to disabuse myself of the notion that I need a personal chauffeur.
And, after the dead cat episode, now I reek of pee.
At least I didn't step in dog poo on the way home.