TT and I have recently moved in together, we live in the country (a bit dull) in a loverly converted barn and I'm looking forward to endless evenings of romantic dinners, morning jogs with our new puppy and lots of spontaneous sex all around the house!
I'm a huge fan of cooking and entertaining, my whole book shelf is full of cookery books and I often find myself the Hitler of the Kitchen and TT isn't allowed to touch my hobs and utensils, let alone the fridge .(he's a complete dustbin eating everything in sight) So I was pleasantly surprised to find out that this evening he was cooking a romantic dinner...even if Sky Sports was on in the back ground.
I was asked to sit at the table and be amazed by his culinary man skills, I guessed from the smell some kind of sausages and probably potatoes. I wasn't disappointed, as he sauntered into the dinning room coming past the living room and our puppy who was bouncing on two legs snapping at his crotch, I was suddenly starving. (Secretly I knew the venison sausages I had hand picked at the farmers market couldn't disappointed) He looked really impressed with himself, I was panicking about the state of the kitchen! Then the unthinkable happened, well I suppose this is TT, he caught his elbow on the door way - his like build isn't accustomed to listed buildings, suddenly the plates were thrown onto the floor and puppy pounced stuffing a sausage in her mouth and running off upstairs.
I WAS SERIOUSLY PISSED!
TT laughed nervously and muttered about how the house was made for munchkins and he was too big for it. Lets just say I'll resume my status in the Kitchen....I had a bag of kettle chips for tea and it's not good for my butt!
Leilani xxx
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