Perfection

Two vignettes from the day.  The first of which being lunch.  Mistress had come into town for her interview, which went okay it seems, and she dropped by work to have lunch with me.  And I took her to this awesome French patisserie just around the corner from my office.  We had French sticks with brie, avocado and sundried tomatoes, lattes, and chocolate croissants.  We sat outside, in the shade, with potted flower beds around us.  Very Parisian.  And I just totally blissed out.  One of those times where nothing needs to be said, and just to be absorbed for future reference.  Was the perfect day to sit outside as well.

Hoping that, while Mistress isn't working, a lunch once a week could maybe become a regular occurrence.  Though she might have gotten a job being an office girl, lined up by Sir - not at his work of course, but someplace he knows.

Second moment of the day, the children have a couple of their friends over for a sleepover.  Mistress and Sir seemed to be drained by it all, but the whole houseful of kids thing, it is still a novelty for me, so I was happy and smiling for no particular reason, and making sure the table settings were just so.  I don't want to delve too deeply into thinking about why a houseful of kids makes me happy, but - hmm, reminds me of earlier in the day.  The carnival - for want of a vagueish term - is coming to town next month, and the thought of following the kids around at the fairgrounds, with Sir and Mistress also in the vicinity.  Well, it almost made me squee.

I had been to the carnival over There last year, but being by yourself, being an adult, it just isn't the same.

Being Here is just completing me so much, to borrow that awful phrase from Jerry Maguire.  Sir apparently said to Mistress the last couple of weeks I have been as happy as a pig in mud.  I don't disagree with that assessment, to be honest.

Funniest line of the week - friend of one of the kids today said to me 'are you the neighbour?'  Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off.  Indeed.