Saturday, 19 May 2007

don't wake me if I'm dreaming

There is very little nicer than getting out of the pouring rain into a house that smells like (sniff? ahhhh) garlic toast and home-made (home-made! By someone other than me!) spaghetti and meatballs.

"Oh, and I did the laundry", said Bear, nonchalantly.

St. Bear. Kinda has a ring to it.

9 comments:

meggie said...

Ooh you lucky, lucky girl!!
St Bear indeed!

Josi said...

Can I borrow him to teach Luke those little things?? You are a lucky lucky girl.

Sarah Louise said...

sounds like "this is not my beautiful house" BUT I'd take it!!

woo hoo!

(I love the "nonchalantly")

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

St. Bear is a male a"bear"-ation. i.e. he certainly isn't the norm. Lucky you.

Major Bedhead said...

See, you're a better person than I am - I would have immediately said "What did you do wrong?"

kimmyk said...

OMG. I would lick the walls if they smelled like garlic. I love garlic and onions. Yum!

Suse said...

Do you hire him out?

Angela said...

WOW! I hope you enjoyed dinner! What a great guy you have there!

Jenny said...

Does he do housecalls?