Missing an arm

This evening I've realised how sad my life would be without the wife in it. She's gone out for the evening leaving me and the dog to fend for ourselves. After I dropped her off I picked up a Chinese takeaway, bought a couple of bottles of wine (red for me, white for the wife for her return) and with nothing better to do I've eaten the whole chow mein and worse still, resorted to working. As for the dog, he's alternating between sitting by the front door and whimpering at my feet. Whether he's also missing the wife or after the remaining prawn crackers, I don't know. Can't even open the wine yet as I've offered to go pick her up when she's finished.