Wonderful day
Since he could not bare leaving me at six in the morning, we have decided he’d leave at seven in the afternoon. Then we cuddled, he made his famous eggs, I made fresh juice, he put together some Ikea item I had bought. Music, kissing, taking pictures and all. I have eventually made it to work. Just as I was rushing through the spring warm breeze, feeling very much like the proverbial blissful ignorant, I decided this is as good as it gets. It was on a Monday, imagine that.
