The Stars and the Cookie Jar

It's good, this, really.

Mmmm, fun and relaxation and showers with water pressure.

And the woman I love.

Mmmmvacationmmmm.


I shall make nothing but sleepy noises for the duration of the weekendmmmmm.


Also, piano this morning. Lots of piano.

Step 1. Arrive large, impressive, vast, intimidating, neo-gothic many-storeyed house of future remote in-laws.

Step 2. Hit the liquor.

Step 3. Sit, petrified, petrified, on slippery sofa in front of fireplace, while family surrounds you. Next to girlfriend, but ah-ah-ah, no touchie. And cross your ankles!

Step 4. Hit the liquor.

Step 5. Sit through oppressive Grace, and admittedly rather tasty meal. Stammer.

Step 6. Give the fish-eye to the man who has not given you or your fiancee the time of day for several hours.

Step 7. Retreat.



She's worth every second, you know. It's just, this isn't my milieu.
But I love her so. Oh, I could not ask for better proof that I love her so.