Sunday, December 30, 2007

christmas is going to the dogs

He cooked a mean piece of rosemary stuffed roast pork with parsnips and potatoes for Christmas night, the leftover of which we had as sandwiches, picnic style, the next day. We had had vegetable curry – his mum’s traditional meal – on Christmas Eve. There was wine. And music. And candle lights. There was also lots of love. And kisses. And laughs.

He managed to spend the entire day without trousers on. You gotta love someone who can make a deliciously debilitating meal without any pants and still be completely sexy.

He said he loves me. That he wants to make me happy. He said he’d shave his cat for me...

And me? All I can do is miss the snow, my crazy family and think how much I will miss him when I go home.




Next year, I want to learn how to be happy please.




A very good one to you too.

*cheers*

2 comments:

lemonade said...

love the way u write!

happy '08!!

Pomgirl said...

Happy New Year, Miss V. I hope 2008 is chocked full of being happy x