SHARING

I’m alive with the sound of Buffy, festing in my ears, on my eyes. I rise half-way through Season 3 for dark chocolate-coated ginger biscuits to follow all the porridge and toast. There is barely a world outside though light seeps lightly through my curtains; it hovers over rooftops across the road, still, though will be gone soon. On this day I slept ‘til two, catching up on all the lost – I hate that sleeping eats into my time off but I don’t care, now that I’m satisfied, sated and expectant of more Buffy.

much later...

A midnight feast was had, folks and oh how the pleasure still lingers. Imagine a little pack of six oatcake crackers, a tub of Philadelphia cream cheese and a small tin of pineapple chunks…ahhhhh. I had to use up the oatcakes because I’m supposed to be going on Atkins next week – well that’s my excuse…I didn’t have to top them with half an inch of cream cheese and pineapple though, but I did and heavenly does not quite capture the taste and the crunchy texture and the afterglow of the fruit. Ahhh, I say again, aaahhhhhhhhhhh.