Quiet time

Thursday night is probably supposed to be dancing and drinking night, but as the first free evening in weeks my Thursday evening was a recovery evening.

            I practically ran home from my last meeting of the day, ready for dinner at home and a night on the sofa. I threw together a pasta bake with asparagus on the side, and I chucked the duvet on the sofa – domestic goddess that I am. I then donned by pyjamas (yup, well before 7pm) and I nestled down to waste an entire evening with nothingness.

            Nick arrived home at around half seven with a girly magazine that he got free with his sandwich, and a little bunch of flowers because you never get sunflowers over here, and because they are my favourite. Who says romance is dead, eh?

            Dinner was annihilated, The 40 Year Old Virgin was on the TV, and by 9:30 I was drinking tea in bed with my eyes dropping while Nick watched a couple of old episodes of Black Books.  Living the dream over here in Asia!