It was, as promised, an early start to the day. Oh there was
no sex as threatened. No, what happened was He woke one tripping over something
noisy in the bedroom as he snuck back to bed, having most probably been up for
hours. For a few minutes one lay there in denial and then the bladder won its
personal fight for supremacy and then the need for coffee won over the desire
to go back to sleep.
That need for coffee was still strong as one caught up with
an acquaintance from the gym. It was our annual "our schedules finally sync
up enough to have coffee" get together. It was very nice curled in a patch
of winter sun like a lizard on a rock, or in this case a large wicker chair
with cushions, imbibing the bean. To a casual observer one would have looked
like there wasn't a care in the world.
They would be wrong of course 'cos He had loaned one out to
his mother for kit furniture building. It took hours. There were that many
screws that the hands needed to be iced afterwards to get the swelling down. Mind
you she did feed one homemade soup so it wasn't all bad.
Of course now we have to do a dump run to get rid of the
boxes.
Why is it that job list is not getting smaller? Why?
And coming home one might have slipped into the dealer's
place of business and these might have followed one home. In fairness one did
make some space in the shoe cupboards yesterday. Admittedly that space may have
been filled by things waiting to get in there. But the queue was empty so...
Sighs it's not a problem until it takes over your life, it's
not a problem...
2 comments:
Are those real snakeskin?
No and they are not real cowboy boots either. They are, to use that fabulous expression, reimagined by someone far, far away from America. Italy to be precise :D
All joking apart she did have some genuine snake there, but the style was not what one wasn't looking for ;)
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