Ah, an empty apartment. My wife’s gone camping for the weekend with friends, so I have the place to myself until Sunday evening. Not that I dislike having her here, but it’s nice to occasionally be alone. I can listen to music at full blast, watch Euro2004 in my underwear and eat pizza for breakfast. Not that I can’t do those things when she’s here, but it somehow feels decadent to do it while she’s gone.