What’s crazy about this whole situation is that Sam’s funny and enigmatic quirks combined perfectly with my obsessions and overall weirdness. Like that day when mum called (we chatted a lot). I was going into important detail about the unmistakable differences between geckos adhesiveness to vertical surfaces versus those of the common house fly. This was of course very useful information for my long suffering mother and certainly something I was sure she could relate to and share with friends, as a woman who lives for all things domestic.
Sam sauntered over mid-detail, smirking all over the place, and just like that disconnected the call. He then rang mum back on his mobile saying that my brain had hemorrhaged from too much information and that I was, at this exact moment, being rushed to emergency for an overdue brain replacement – and in addition they may just do a new cutting edge, and 90% successful, procedure using the rehydrated bark of the rare outback mimosa bush which helps the mind processes information and then select that which is mostly relevant in any given situation…bit like a computer actually. Of course the doctors would need her written permission for this one. Sam had one of those soft spots for my mum…God love him…really.
He then started one of his tickling frenzies, tackled me to the floor and well…what do they say about lovers and wrestling?
Yeah and we never do breakfast in bed either.