So, whilst being the general
Lego bitch of the house (creating a house with a boathouse and also
incorporating a train line to the main structure?) I started to feel a little
melancholy.
I stopped my Lego duties, leant back against the living room door
(I say leant, it was more a slump). Pondering what may be causing my slightly
down mood - Evelyn's pre 5 am wake up? Glancing on the calendar and seeing a
large chunk of the year minus G? Antony and the Johnsons singing their
sorrows to me? My home cut (well, trimmed) fringe? I just don't know? Just then
Rufus comes upto me and gives me a hug and tells me he loves me (he can be nice
sometimes) I feel a massive swell of love and pride and all blue goes out of
the window. I watch him, quietly go behind the large box of Lego....crouch
down.....and start...to.....crap....in....his....pants 🙈
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