Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Life just keeps getting better

Right. Sorry. I've been crazy busy lately. Here's what's been going on:

Spent the weekend with the Pirate. (I know you're all shocked.) Had a delightful time, as always: picked up his new car on Saturday, spent the afternoon Christmas shopping in Bath, got luch at Pizza Express (which is a lot better than it sounds; my pizza had caramelized onions, goat cheese, and spinach on it -- de-LISH!), and generally wandered around town glancing in shop windows and establishing that we both have impeccable taste in antiques and home furnishings. (I worry about these things. I shouldn't, but I do. At least now I know that we'll never argue about curtains or a dining room table.) The sun was setting in the clear, pale aqua sky (it was 3 pm, so naturally it was nearly dark; sheesh), the wispy clouds were aflame with color, and all was well with the world. We went back to his place where he cooked me dinner and did my laundry while I watched movies with his housemate. (Stop looking at me like that. I did offer to cook, and I certainly didn't ask him to do my laundry for me. He just did it.)

Sunday we slept in (cause, y'know, we were wicked exhausted from all that hard-core shopping and antique browsing and movie watching the day before). Not rowing (update on the back later), I've really missed getting out into the countryside every weekend for some fresh air and exercise. So what I really wanted to do over the weekend was go for a nice long ramble in the countryside.

We got dressed, and he looks at me and says, "It's a beautiful day. Why don't we go for a wander in the countryside?" Reason #467 WILTP:* telepathy.

He lives out in deepest, darkest Wiltshire, so we didn't have far to go to find countryside. Out the front door and across the A-road was all it took. We spend a good 3 hourse out in the crisp sunshine wandering through fields and pastures, dodging cowpats and border collies, bushwacking through the brush and startling pheasants as we went. We went down the valley, up the other side, skirted around the valley along the top of a ridge of hills, passed through a charming village, came back down into the valley, up the side again, and stopped for lunch in a fabulous pub and ate...


wait for it...


...pheasant. Eat yer hearts out. We got home (to his) where I collapsed on the sofa, my legs being tired and my belly pleasantly pheasantly phull. (Did you see what I did there?) The P saw me fading and went and pulled the duvet off his bed and tucked me in. He sat down beside me on the couch and revved up the XBox, and I curled up in his lap like a cat and spent the next 5 hours there, dozing and snuggling. I'm telling you, life does not get better than that.

Except until it does. Take today, for instance. In a couple hours he's going to pull up in front of my building, bung my (ginormous) suitcase in the trunk, and drive me up to his folks' house. We will spend one night there, and his parents will drive us to the airport tomorrow morning. At the airport we (yes, we, as in the both of us, me and the P) will get on a plane for the U S of A where we will spend Christmas with my family. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and one more, just for good measure: !

Now all I have to do is clean the kitchen and the hamster cage in the next 90 minutes before he arrives and type out instructions on the care and feeding of Bluto and my houseplants for my flatmate while I'm gone. And then I'M GONE. OUTTA HERE. VAMOS!

(I'll be posting from the States, though, so you don't have to miss me. I wouldn't want to deprive you of the joy my blog brings. I know it's the only thing some of you live for.)

See you on the other side of the Pond!


*WILTP: "Why I Love The Pirate" (Sounds like the call sign for a radio station. "You're listening to WILTP radio: all sea chanties, all the time!)

11 comments:

hendrix said...

Sounds like you're having the perfect lead up to Christmas...Have a brilliantly wonderful Christmas. Hx

llewtrah said...

Aaaaah. I've gone all snuggly myself. I have to snuggle the cat until Billy returns after Xmas.

Homo Escapeons said...

What else can I say but AAAHHHHhhhh!
Have a wonderful safe trip and fabulous rendezvous with the Rents.
You don't need to watch It's A Wonderful Life this Christmas...
You're livin' it!

Shiny Blue Black said...

omigod that does sound perfect. I am envious. The only person I have to snuggle with right now is my younger sister and brother, and both tend to be all "don't touch me! don't touch me!"

Have a fantabulistic time babe.

frobisher said...

This blog in turning into a Barbara Cartland novel!

Wishing you both a great Christmas x

I used to live in a squat the other side of Pultney Bridge in Bath! Wish I'd stayed, under the law it would have been mine now!

Ezri said...

Ok, can I just say it? Awwww...., ok, cuteoverload done for the day. Just wanted to say have a wonderful and Piratey Xmas. Not sure if my email is behaving so I thought I'd channel the amazing power of BLOG :)

(and may I also say, there may be some merit in frobisher's Barbara Cartland comment. You two need go forth and solve crimes Wimsey style just to liven things up!)

Also, and most important, safe travels, and slightly Medievalish, Godspeed

Hannah said...

That sounds absolutely fantastic. Have an utterly brilliant time. :)

Loganoc said...

I just wanted to say, happy Christmas Bitch! It's been great to read your blog, makes my boring life more exciting ;) Good luck with everything next year.

First Nations said...

oh dang. oh dang. pheasant, charming villages, wiltshire, pirates, airplanes....dang!
me, i'm baking, drinking porter, baking. eating raw cookie dough, baking, baking and making biscotti, sucking down the suds, and baking.
have the merriest of christmasses, my darling. you have made this past year wonderful.
XOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
fn

Annie Rhiannon said...

Pizza Express is a stupid name for Pizza Express. It makes it sound like a rushed, chepaer version of Pizza Hut.

They should call it "Pizza Deluxe", or "Pizza Excellentio", and I should go into brand management.

Happy Christmas Chaucer's.

Da Nator said...

Oh, sounds so lovely! And you're probably over here in the Yew Ess of Aayyy, right now! Be careful - they've put a chimp in charge 'round here.

Enjoy, enjoy & merry, merry!