Food porn

Waking up one noticed that it was all quiet on the Western Front and swung a careless arm out for the clock, only to nearly have a heart attack upon seeing the time. The cave, formally known as the bedroom, is playing havoc with the internal clock. See normally one knows within ten minutes or so what the time is... it is why one never wears a watch. Lately though one has been sleeping in. The body has no way of knowing the time in the blackout conditions of the bedroom. In the beginning one kept waking up as the body tried to find a light source. Now it just goes we can't see the light, so we don't care. Well for the record part of us does care... particularly when it's that damn late L

He of course was resolutely asleep...

Scampering out of bed one made coffee and stumbled to the computer. He ambled past quite a while later.

And what time did you pack it in one enquired.

He mumbled something.

Sorry can't hear you when you don't enunciate...

More mumbling

Was that 4.30am?

He smiled sheepishly

Together we scampered out the door to see the doctor and then went in search of a vampire nurse to take copious amounts of blood, followed by lunch. And finding some more tops, because the ones found yesterday are perfect, was also on the agenda. Deciding to do a shopping centre nearby we found two out of three. The tops proved to be more elusive. Well we can try closer to home one said and failing that it will have to be back to Chermside... they had plenty... one can hop on a bus tomorrow.

He took pity upon one small slave and slipped onto the motorway to go straight there...

While one was buried once more in amongst PJ's He disappeared...

To come back bearing these... a raspberry almandine and a mille-feuille... though you may notice in this country they tend to make them with custard rather than the traditional crème filling... as a special treat.

Now these are both things one adores though this was special because one got to pursue the mille-feuille at home, with no one watching... He had gone for a nap figuring four odd hours sleep was not enough. 

See the trouble with mile-feuille is that they are impossible to eat with any decorum. You end up with crumbs and smears all over the place... and nice girls don't chase crumbs. In the privacy of home though it was fair game and one spent a pleasurable time happily hunting every last morsel of flaky pastry, icing and filling... there might have been a finger involved in there... shameface

Honestly it was medicinal... she took gallons of blood J