Toronto, a few weeks ago. It had been a crappy crappy day. Canadian CID had set me up owning a wine and cheese shop, one of those chi-chi places. Ell works as a secretary at an office nearby. Every evening we meet up at the car park and stop at a park for a walk or drive on home and get the fucking little dog Ellie wanted and take it to a local park. So far in the 3 months we've been here, no one has approached us. When we reach home it's usually a quick fryup for the 3 of us and then some telly.
Ellie went to bed early, an hour later I joined her. I cuddled up against her back and began to nuzzle. Moments later we were performing the petit morte danse. At the end I scream out "Rose Tyler" and collapse. Seconds later I get a hard pillow to the head, a kick to the shin and a "You wanker. No more Dr Who before bed!" Ellie rolls to her left side and her shoulder knocks my chin, hard. Rolling to my back, I go over the last few minutes and chuckle. Eleanor Miller Hardy needs to get a sense of humor!
Outer Space, a few years ago. It had been a brilliant day. Visiting planet Barcelona with my Gal Pal, Rose was fantastic. She nearly had me convinced to adopt one of the nose-less dogs...nearly. It was the annual international Day of the Dog. Dog shaped food was offered on every street in every city, town and village. And we visited many of them. We found a place that made traditional Earth American corn-dogs. Delicious. Chased with their version of root beer and in the final destination, Constantine, capital of Vulgate on the continent Port Au Rue, we ate dessert, quadruple chocolat frozen custard in a waffle cone. Hefty treat with lots of nuts, sprinkles and even a sparkler lit up for the celebration.
We returned to the Tardis after midnight. I'd finally confessed my love for Rose and we were in love with making love. We meandered through the Tardis to my room. After hurriedly tossing aside our clothes, we didn't read poetry that night. At the end of our non-poetry reading, I screamed out: "Ellie Miller"and collapse. Moments later I received a hard pillow to the head, a kick to the shin and a "You wanker! No more watching Broadchurch on my Mum's telly!" She rolled to her left side and knocked me hard with her shoulder. Rolling to my back, I replayed the last few minutes and chuckled. Rose Tyler needs to get a sense of humor!
Days ago, My wife Georgia and I had spent the day with the kids at a premier of the newest Pixar movie. Pizza delivered to the house and the kids settled into sleep for the night.
After a bit of petting on the sofa, we retired to the bedroom to carry on quite passionately. A final scream from me, "Reinette Poisson"and I collapsed. Moments later I received a hard pillow to the head, a kick to the shin and a "You wanker! No more working with old girlfriends!" She rolled to her left side and nearly knocked my teeth out with her shoulder. Rolling to my back, I replayed the last few minutes and chuckled. Georgia Moffett Tennant needs to get a sense of humor! And maybe I need to stop reading GracynStyle's fanfiction at .