Quiet Weekend

Matthew came over Friday night and stayed the weekend, we had the house to ourselves. Time for a quiet, healthy weekend.

We went jogging Friday night, past all the tourists in Lygon Street, Saturday morning and Sunday morning. I like slapping Matthew’s arse in his jogging shorts. 

“Hey,” he says in mock protest. He pretends he doesn't like his arse smacked, but let me tell you, he loves his arse smacked. Then he smiles.


Matthew cooked. I made a flourless chocolate cake and raspberry muffins.

We got dvds and a bag of pot.

We drank coffee, ate, smoked and laughed.

Ah, good times.


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