Imagine this: a gay mens'* nice little flat in posh Islington, looking out onto pretty New River Walk. Massive flat screen TV, big balcony, A fridge full of food and a freezer full of vodka and ice. For a couple of days Ros and me took some time off from being boozing Hackney lesbians and became Islington pet mummies. Our babies for the weekend were Napoleon, a 1 year old English bulldog, and a 7 months old beautiful, spoiled little tomcat named Balthazar. We even left the vodka untouched as if it was just for decorative purposes.
Breakfasts were lush and eaten in bed and the rain outside made the film afternoons on the massive couch just seem all the cosier. White wine was enjoyed - in moderation - on the balcony. We walked the dog and played with the cat and wiped up the dog's vomit and fed the cat like real responsible people. It was a proper little mini holiday!
Next week I will take another one. I booked a flight to Germany last night. I am going for a week to see my parents and some friends and my triplet uncles who are turning 165 or something (Judith, help?) and are having a party which I am looking forward to very much.
I hope I will catch a couple of days of Proper Summer, too. I want 35 degrees in the shade and lots of mosquito bites, please. And a BBQ or a campfire and everything has to smell of sunlotion and burning rubber.
Arrange that for me, please.
* Only emphasizing this to let you know about the niceness of the flat. They have a throne and massive pictures of gorgeous women in bikinis all over the walls.
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