Scones and Salmon

Before I begin, allow me to apologize for being an over-sharer.

16 August
06:30 – Got up to pee yet again. This infection is getting on my nerves. I’ve been waking up at 3 hour intervals to relieve myself. I think I even accidentally witched on the bedroom light and seared the BF’s eyeballs. The scream of pain will forever guilt me. Weather’s pretty bad too – noisy, howling winds throughout the night. (At 05:30 I’d gotten up to pee, and was kept awake by Dion’s snores for about 15 minutes… so maybe it wasn’t as loud as I thought.)

Well, it’s Sunday. A weekend. I’d promised the BF to let him wake up to weekend scones, so I might as well get started. Only three ingredients, it can’t be that difficult…

I’ve been going into the bedroom to check on the BF’s state of consciousness every half an hour since 07:00. It’s now 08:30, and that man is still in bed! I can’t believe it! He says he usually wakes at 08:30 anyway. I think I shall bring in a bit of hot sconey goodness to wake him up.

Grumpy man.

After he realized he wasn’t going to get any more sleep (“It’s my BIRTHDAY!”) I got into bed with him and we had a bit of a snuggle (with the boys too) and discussed how very old I am and how he’s going to trade me in for a younger mail-order girlfriend.

After about an hour he finally dragged himself out of bed and cooked breakfast for me – Duckie’s Scrambled Eggs and Bacon on Toast. It was a leisurely breakfast with two salivating beagles staring at our plates, jowls a-quiver whenever the Heavenly Bacon was visible.

Then we spent the day lounging around at home. About late afternoon I settled down to watch Malcolm in the Middle, and the BF emerged out of his den (his study) to demand that I flick to the two footy matches on during the advertisements. (Carlton won, oh Chris Judd you’re my hero! /bats eyelashes.)

Dusk fell, and we got ready for dinner at Sakura, in Glen Waverley. (“OOOOHHHH JAPANESE! HOW DID YOU KNOOOOW I WANTED JAPANESE!” “Cause, I know! /smug”) It was fantastic – for the first time ever in ages The Breakfast Crew rocked up. There was talk, laughter, dog discussion, games, and an endless stream of business talk from two certain people. I caught myself thinking several times that the BF needs a holiday badly. He can’t ever switch off.

And the salmon sashimi. Oh how I’ve missed you raw pink salmon flesh…

When I’ve had time to let the fact that I’m officially no longer a teenager, I will post again.