The Engineer has a site visit to an oil platform this morning (yes, on a Saturday). He had to check in for his helicopter at 5:15 am. The helicopter is a 45 minute drive away. So he had to get up at stupid o’clock (leaving me carless and a little annoyed).
Yesterday, we made a special supermarket trip to make sure he had something easy for breakfast and a packed lunch (it’s only a small site so getting served lunch is not guaranteed).
This morning at 4:15 I vaguely woke up to dozily say goodbye.
This morning at 7:15 I woke up properly to have breakfast, and opened the fridge to see his carefully packed lunch sitting on the top shelf.
I really hope they serve food, because a hungry engineer will not survive a 12 hour day on cereal and yoghurt alone.