Love

Hmm. I must really, really be a peach.

How else can I explain the.. erm... love?


First, there was the offer to drive me and my luggage.

Then there was the invitation to Shenzhen for the weekend.

Then, the DVDs to "tide me over".

Then, the newspaper cutting that came over the mail.

And then, the one that got me. The dogs.


And now... "Are you doing anything for Christmas? Would you like to come over for lunch?"

Tell me, how could I refuse?


My landlady loves me.

Either that, or she's gonna drop a bomb on me pretty soon.