178 days of waiting.
Only 4 more to go.
That should be easy, right?
After spending the last 6 months of my husband’s tour of Afghanistan comforting myself with Wine, Cake and a seriously overworked battery operated bit on the side, 4 days should be a doddle.
With hazardous heels and DIY disasters though, not to mention the mother in law from hell, I just hope I can survive my run of bad luck and make it to that landing strip on time.
I mean, what else could possibly go wrong?
Please Note: This is a short story of approximately 10,000 words and a complete standalone.
