Hello there everybody,
Hope you are all well and are getting into the Holiday Spirit of things as here in Blighty it seems Christmas is well and truly on its way and with only a few more weeks to go I am struggling to contain my excitement, more-so for the giving of presents rather than the receiving, although if anyone is looking for a present to buy me, there is a little friend in Ann Summers that would make this girl very, very happy to receive!
So after a long week at work and one I hoped would end sooner than it did, but nevertheless another week closer to some time off, good food and plenty of booze with loved ones over Christmas. Catching the train back home though is always both emotional and exciting and as I was escorted to the station by Mr. Warehouse and his puppy-dog-eyes, sad that I was not spending the usual Friday night with him, I noticed the beauty of that little green mermaid. Finally the dear lord Jesus (Whom of which does not exist but in ancient fairy-tales) answered my many Tweets and Hashtags and has blessed Bedford with a Starbucks! Not finished yet I was treated to a Hot Banana Milkshake from AMT Coffee. Now I know what you are all thinking; "Oh my goodness that sounds gross!" but actually think about how much you love milkshake and how much better it would be if you could drink it in winter and not be freezing cold afterwards. Well AMT Coffee have hit it on the head with their Milk Steamer. I had Banana (obviously) and Mr. Warehouse indulged in a Yuletide Cinnamon Creme.
After bidding farewell to my little lost boy and heading to the platform for my train I anticipated an evening of baking, chilling out and many a laugh with my best friend Miss Tweedle-Dee. Miss Tweedle-Dumb would not be joining us in our Bake-Off plans as one she is not fanciful to a magic cookie, and two, both her and her boyfriend are going on a wonderfully Christmas-inspired Mini Break to Berlin for all the German Markets, Sausages and Beer! Jealous much? I think so. I cant complain though as Miss Tweedle-Dee and I watched some hilarious stand-up comedy and Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part II, all accompanied by some undercooked but chocolaty cookies with a little sprinkle of something special! And so the evening ensued with talks about sausages for fingers and arms that were replaced by tentacles.
Waking in the morning I got ready and as a sleepy Miss Tweedle-Dee stole herself from her warm and incredibly comfy bed to see me out the door I joined my Grandma and cousins in what was a gloriously warm car. Saturday we were heading to Gulliver's Land in Milton Keynes for a day out with the family and what seemed to be two already very irritable boys for half-past-nine in the morning. Aged eight and four my adorable cousins made me both laugh and yell that afternoon and as I walked around a half open theme-park I realised how cold it was and that I was very silly for not bringing a coat.
You see I enjoy spending time with my cousins because whilst they are little I find them uncontrollably funny at times, whilst at other times inconceivably stressful. I suppose in a way that is what having children is all about and in a way I am glad that I can had them over to someone else to look after when it all gets a bit too much. I love children and despite what Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb say, I feel very maternal, just maybe not towards all children. There are a very small minority that I would want to be around because they are either cute, affectionate or just simply quiet and good. Saturday evening, driving home from the theme park, I was informed that because I am my cousins boyfriend (Yes that's right you heard it correctly, I, as a female, was a four-year-old-boy's boyfriend) I could not have another one and indeed there was tears when I explained I was going to see Mr. Warehouse on Saturday night. And whilst that is all very endearing and cute, there is something very sinister about children. Something that questions whether they will put you in a home when your ninety-three or just simply put down with a sneaky trip to Dignitas in Switzerland!
I remember one of my other cousins saying to their mother as he blew out his candles on his birthday cake that they loved her face so much their wished for it to be taken off so he could carry it around in his bag all day and look at it whenever he liked. Now agreed in retrospect this is a beautifully innocent and childlike phrase for something so heart-warming it melts even the Titanic Iceberg of hearts. But if you think carefully, what the child may actually be saying is that he would much rather have his mother skinned than that of something from Lego or Action Man. I find my cousins mainly entertaining for the fact that the youngest told me that for my birthday I was going to get a castle house built in the clouds for me because I was like a princess and that he would buy a rocket ship so he could come and visit me in the sky every single day. Sweet and adorable as that is though, please don't start buying breast pumps and multi-packs of Pampers just yet, I like my own space and am far too selfish right now to be dealing with a child of ones own. Not for a good few years yet, and certainly not until I find a man who is willing to love me through anything!
As Sunday's sun streamed through the window, bleaching my face I awoke to Mr. Warehouse snoring as usual. Now to some people this may be the worst way to be roused from slumber, but for me I was just glad he was breathing for when I sleep with Miss Tweedle-Dumb a snore is usually followed by silence and then a desperate gasp of air as she forgets to breathe when she sleeps, bless her heart. Rolling over and checking the time I felt a familiar prod and so we entangled ourselves in a romantic and lusty embrace that was left unconsummated.
"Finally I got that lay in I wanted" I thought to myself as a half dressed Mr. Warehouse lovingly prepared me a cup of coffee in my favourite mug. Somehow he always seems to be able to make a good cup of 'Joe' despite never drinking the stuff. "Least he isn't a pompous tea enthusiast" I thought, sipping on warm coffee reminiscent about my weekends spent in London last Winter.
A lazy afternoon followed with a few films sandwiched in-between wrapping presents, putting up the tree and a few stolen kisses whilst the neighbours weren't looking. There was even time to argue pettily about putting up the window lights, ending when Mr. Warehouse went off in a huff and a sulk only for a few soft pecks placed on rosy cheeks to make him smile again. It didn't take much and it made me happy in the knowledge that I could make my boyfriend smile. Sometimes though I noticed a smile and a gaze I had seen only in one other person before and that was Mr. Workaholic. Never again have I seen that look until I glance at Mr. Warehouse, usually when I will be doing something really mundane like cuddling the dog or washing up or snuggled up on the sofa. I think about that look and I know in my heart what it means, but maybe if I tell myself otherwise then it might not be true. How did that song go by WHAM! ... Once bitten, Twice Shy?
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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