...simple on a sunday

It’s a little after nine on a Sunday morning. The sun is out and warming my face through my blood-red textured cloth curtain. I frown slightly, roll over and then there he is; quite possibly the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He’s lying next to me with his left arm around me. “morning Luv” he says. I smile at him but say nothing. God he’s beautiful!

I struggle my way out of bed and stumble towards the kitchen sink.
“Tea or coffee baby?”
”Coffee please.”
I fire up the kettle and set about the business of making hot brew for the Ken-Doll and myself. He reaches over and grabs his book and ruffles about it’s pages trying to find his placing. Two minutes later, armed with my own copy of Spud, I amble over and join him again in bed. He’s on The Madness Continues and I’m halfway through Learning How To Fly. I prop myself up with a pillow and lean slightly into him. …I am here!

Twenty minutes and hoops of laughter later (sadly louder on my part than his) the Ken-Doll puts his book and mug aside and slides up against me. No matter how much time I spend with him I just cannot get over the smell of being near him. It’s lovely and warm and, best of all, it stays on my skin even after I shower. I moan at him for disturbing my reading and attempt to move away from him. The Ken-Doll puts away my cold and unfinished coffee then sidles back up to me. Spud and his hilarious days at boarding-school drop to the floor with a soft thud. …Dear God this man completes me!

...and all things new

A quick update on the new things in my life as of 01/08/09.

The new boss:

French
Begins every sentence with the word “normally”
Punctuates every sentence with the word “normally”
Concludes each conversation with “this is good, yes?” …it is sadly not always good
Is prone to promptly emailing me surprisingly accurate details of almost every work-related conversation we have together (?).

The new office environs:

Learnt on the second day that staplers, staples and staple removers are a rare and precious commodity here abouts. I had to borrow all the above from Naadia, across the floor from me. Naadia refused despite the fact that the stationary in question already had my name scribled in bold on it. She cited stationary thievery as being rife in the office and that I too should be careful with mine (?)
Calculators, as I have come to learn the rather hard way, are akin to the holy grail in this department and should be taken out of ones handbag only in emergencies

The new flat:

Questionable acoustics all round
A near treasure hunter’s dream…just in the past two weeks I have discovered/found:

3 sewing needles

a dozen rainbow coloured feathers

1 yellow screw driver

1 large fern

something which I assume is a piece of something else

The new neighbours:

loud

no more than three members in total

the youngest has yet to appreciate the value of boundaries

prone to public displays of internal unrest and generally high levels of violence

shall hence forth be refered to as the Hatters