He’s sitting here on the reception sofa with me, tipsy on several drinks (mostly Long Island Iced Teas), and quite audibly making known his desire for posh chocolate cake.
It’s actually quite reassuring, knowing that the workaholic that is my husband can let his hair down. (And his pants, as he has just enthused.) I should also add, that he is annoyingly reading out loud all I type from over my shoulder. Did I mention, ‘annoyingly’?
Best holiday, evah.
Good night. I must put him to bed now… 😉
…erm, after he looks up The Shadows… the Musak band playing on the intercom system in the hotel lobby tonight. He is reminiscing with regards to his first electric guitar (and is telling me what to type at this point. God help me…)
And he wishes me to mention: cheese trousers.