I wake The Man up in the middle of the night.
‘In my dream, it’s so windy that the weather men have just blown away,’ I tell him.
‘Oh,’ he replies, forlornly. ‘In mine, my computer’s got a virus.’
We both go back to sleep.
Who said romance was dead?
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We are leading parallel lives, I swear it.
I just gave the Boyf his beautiful handmade card containing an amazing poem and he preceded to tell me all about his Linux Mint problems. Whatever the heck they are.
Oh, that *did* make me laugh. I think Linux Mints are bad for one’s teeth or summat…
Waking up a man in the middle of the night is romantic in its own way. Might have been better if neither of you had spoken
You’re quite right Karen. I believe we’re in Phase II : Talk Only When Necessary. Phase III? No talking and definitely no night waking upness. Phew.
What Karen said…! Just saw your tweet about teen 2. Perfect. xx
I spent Valentines Day tiling our new bathroom floor, the OH sure knows how to treat a girl!!!!
On 23rd December 2007 someone posted a comment on my blog wishing me a Happy Christmas under the name SpiralSkies. There was also an “X” which could have been a kiss or a symbol representing Jesus. My query asking which it was produced no response and there the matter rested for over four years.
Today in an idle moment I clicked on the URL and it brought me to a blog with quite a different name. I take it that you were called Jen then and still are, but have changed the name of your blog; do tell me whether this is the case and, if so, why there has been such a long silence. Was it something I said?
All good wishes
Tony
In the middle of the night she says ‘Are you awake?’
I say ‘No’
Sorted
Mrs Thread – ha! I swear I put Teen 2 off his grub for the whole night with that one! So, has ‘he’ appeared yet? I know I’m a rubbish emailer. I do wish you were psychic so you’d know I keep meaning to ask such questions XXX
sheepish – your man clearly promised you a night on the tiles and, er… oh dear. What are they like, eh?!
Tony, good day to you Sir! Why yes, that was indeed me in my previous incarnation. I never did spot you in the Hastings Sainsburys or wherever it was that such things were likely to happen. I seem to remember you referring to me as an impertinent whippersnapper. You were quite right. An aging whippersnapper though, to be precise. How are you? And as for the ‘X’? Oooooh, a mystery never to be solved… X marks the spot, perhaps? How lovely that SpiralSkies still brings people to my new world… XxX (Even more ‘X’s. What can it all mean?!)
Roger, once more you have reinforced my opinion that you are Most Splendid Indeed. You *do* say it French, though, I hope?
What can it all mean, indeed? Anyway, my curiosity is satisfied and I shall not trouble you further.
Farewell.
Je ne sais pas car je dors.
Of course, I meant to call you Monsieur ‘Aycock… see? My French studies haven’t been in vain…