Mrs. Purple's mother is in town. Which amongst other things means we've reverted to Teenage Sex - hurried, hushed, behind a closed door and only late at night or early in the morning. Not that I ever had teenage sex..by the time I was "Doin' It", I had already moved out. To a different country. And anyway, I don't understand why it's so embarrassing. I mean, we're reaching 30, we're married...they know we have sex! It's like how everybody goes to the toilet, but we'd still be mortified if somebody hears our 'ploop'. I don't get it.
Anyway, so she's here. She brought some nice Finnish treats (white chocolate for me, nasty liquorice for the wife). They've gone out shopping a lot this week, something which I have thankfully been spared from. And my poor Kulta, she likes shopping normally, but even for her it's been too much (*mental note: offer foot massage this weekend and score big points). Though I have to admit I've benefited from the week's shopping spree, as I have now got new boxer shorts, 2 shirts and a sweatshirt.
The best thing, is that my darling Kulta (that's my new name for the wife, got tired of Missus and Wifey, so there) she's been on vacation for almost two weeks now, so finally we get to wake up together and spend some time together in daylight. I dread next week, when she goes back to work and I'll see her 3 hours a day again.
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