(F) learn

I've come home to an empty house again. You'd have thought by now that my husband Michael might have learnt how to text me if he's going to be late home. It happens at least 3 times a week, and of course I have no idea that he's going to be late until he actually bothers to turn up 3 hours after he told me he'd be home. We've been married for 2 years, and so far there's probably only been one week when he's been home on time every night. Apparently, it's meetings. Michael is the chief financial officer for a big bank in the city. He works a lot of hours, but it means I don't have to, and who would complain at that? I must admit, I spend a lot of time shopping, but it means I get to see some great places too! New York and Milan are my favourites, although if I'm pushed for time then Paris is a fantastic alternative. Michael keeps ranting on that I should do it all through the internet. It would save him a fortune on business class flights and four star hotels, but there's no fun in sitting, looking at a screen, buying a bag that you think you like because it looks ok in the picture. I look at the post that I've bought in with me. One letter for me, the rest for Michael. I open the letter and feel a bubble of excitement inside me as I realise it's my new credit card. I pull it out of the envelope and run my fingers across the lettering. "Mrs Amanda Lucy Walker." I hate that name. I really ought to change it by deed poll and get rid of Amanda. It's so boring. Besides, everybody calls me Lucy anyway - I don't really need that extra name.