The best week ever...and its only Thursday!

I now believe a holiday is not about where you go, its who you are with. It feels like when we started going out.
Spending so much time together, going places, just hanging out. You know those first few months of the getting to know you where all you want to do is spend every minute with that person? Perhaps not..;) I am a tad strange. Be warned there may be mushiness ahead.I'll try and keep it to a minimum. According to Mammy2 I am the best wife ever. I was afraid to ask how she had expierence in this matter and how many other women she had been married to. I refrained. She doesn't strike me as a bigamist. I sent her flowers yesterday. With a ballon that said congratulations. I won't go into details. She loved them. When she finally got them. The plan was to send them to her work place. I had thought she would be going into work and wanted to surprise her. On a quick email exchange at lunchtime yesterday I find out shes taking the day off. A frantic phone call to Sheila's Flowers, these people are so lovely, and it was sorted. I arrived home to a very happy Mammy2. And a ridiculous amount of hugs.

The last few evenings have just been bliss. Tuesday night on the couch. I had plans to watch the true life movie. Mammy2 cleverly came up with a good plan to distract me. I forgot all about the poor woman being trapped or something. What was it about again? Last night, I had booked tickets for 84 Charring Cross Road. One of Mammy2's favourite films. So I learned this week. I do listen, its just she goes on about so many films and plays and books. You know? The theatre is just off Trinity Street and on the way was Keogh's. A blast from my past, in my previous job I was based on St Andrew's Street, so the odd morning on my way to work, I'd pick up a fresh raspberry scone. They have the best scones in all of Dublin. If you haven't tried them, do so. Make sure its warm. With butter. Damn, now I want one :) I'd pick up my scone and head into work early so I could read the next chapter if it was up of TBSOL. An online story I got hooked on. Its one of my favourite stories ever. I know, I know, its not a literary work of art or anything. There is just something about it. If you have the time, version 1 can be found here in pdf format. Its fab! From the lovely scone, onto the play. It was great, I really enjoyed it. Normally I am not a big fan of theatre. With the exception of A Christmas Carol. I would go see that every year if I could. Mammy2 had a sniffle at the end. I won't ruin it for you if you're not familar with it.

Tomorrow night we have been invited out to Mammy2's sisters for dinner. That would be fine. Except for one of the aunt's is going to be there. One of the few aunts Mammy2 really likes who has never met me. I would like to think after 8 years I have the approval of the family. She's the former nun wo's lived in Africa for the last 20 odd years. I don't know if I could handle her or not. Mammy2 seems to think I can handle anyone. I said we should have a think about it although it would be nice to see this famous aunty. She is returning to Africa next week. On the plus side, the aunty who loves me, well they all do, but this one in particular will be there and she loves to get one up on her sister M, the other aunty. So I reckon it might a good laugh. Although it is our last night of freedom so to speak before the tornado returns into our life. I had an email from the sister K. She appears to be having fun, up late nights playing the Xbox and watching movies. She's never seen the Matrix apparently. The sister was horrifed! They are going shopping this evening I think and then she flies back on Saturday. I have this feeling, she'll fly back on Saturday, dump a load of washing in the kitchen, wreck the place and head out to see either the boyf or the mate K. That said she might just crawl into bed and sleep for a week.