I am still bloody sick. And rather unfortunatly I have no whiskey to take the edge off. I really should have a bottle of Jamesons on stand-by for these occasions. And a lot of paracetamol.
Last night was great. Called up to see L. We were as bad as each other, both a bit sick. Neither of us were our sexy, charasmatic, dynamic selves. We were quite a picture, curled up on the sofa, big blanket round us watching a movie while her highly-strung, totally insane but very loveable dog ran round the place.
It was a quiet night in. Last time I saw her was on Valentines night and that was an amazing night. I arrived at her place with champagne and strawberrys. She rather enjoyed that. Hell, so did I. Curled up in front of the fire, sipping champagne with a beautiful girl. Now how could anybody not enjoy that?
I'll not say what we got up to for a few hours after that, but I'm sure you can guess.
Last night was a very relaxed night. We got into bed, her in her cute wee jammies, and cuddled up together. I got no reports of snoring and I didn't wake up being smothered with a pillow so I must have done something right. Waking up and your girlfriend not trying to kill you is definatly a good thing. We live to fight another day.
So life is good right now. If I can just shake this bloody bug I'll be back to top shape.
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