The Man’s been away a lot in London. I miss him. Although it’s nice of course to have an occasional break from the trumps and the mess. But I miss him most when I wake up and he’s not there next to me, curled up like a little shrimp. A six foot shrimp. You know what I mean.
So you can imagine my joy this morning when I found The Man asleep in the bed next to me. He got back crazy late so I didn’t even notice him coming in. But there he was! A big handsome sleeping prawn!
I was very happy. I love The Man.