Most days of the week my husband comes home for lunch. It is one of those European customs that has traveled to this pacific isle that I love. Everything closing up for lunch. On most of these days we have a coffee before he goes back. When we are sitting drinking it I usually ask what he has planned for the rest of the afternoon. Sometimes I get an answer sometimes not but often I am thinking of what I am going to do that afternoon. A nice few hours before mayhem sets in.