Monday 4th May
From berlin
As I sat staring into space in an attempt to motivate myself into getting in the shower the following "conversation" went on in my head.
Me: You've got all that holiday time owed you, right?
MW#1: Right...
Me: Well how about we take off somewhere, just for a few days or so?
MW#1: Um...
Me: How about Berlin?
MW#1: Uh... Berlin?
Me: Yes, Berlin. You can use your language skills to order me food and cocktails - which I could do myself but you'd get to show off - and we can wander the city (in short bursts) - Me getting excited over the breakfasts, fabulous art and shrapnel blast marks, you getting excited over meat and cheese and Cold War things. We can eat until we are about to pop and then go back to our hotel room where you can spend some quality time making me, and as a side effect you, happy. I'll make sure we're near an accessible U-Bahn station so you don't have to do stairs. It will be awesome and won't be trop cher. What do you say...?
MW#1:
See- Even in my random indulgent thoughts reality - the silence - has to intervene. Goddamnit.
Why can't I day-dream of MW#1 rubbing sunscreen into my back as I lie on a Hawaiian beach? Oh yes, that's right, I do :D
------------------------------------------- Post-shower post:
Aaaand reality intercedes again- I'd forgotten about the whole "Oh, what? I forgot to tell you to bring your passport? And we were going to go to Paris for the weekend too..." incident. Bloody hell... That and the "Come with me then" Dubai thing seem to be about as close as I get to spending more than twenty-four hours in MW#1's company. I actually laughed as I scrubbed myself; I can laugh now at their gobsmacking awfulness, but that wasn't always the case, that's for fucking sure.
Bed and Patrick and sleeeep. It's actually past midnight and it's quiet.
