I don't know much, But I know I love you

It was such a quiet, still night, not a breath of air.

It made for an easy cycle home. Past a shetland pony who was trying his hardest to pick a fight with a far bigger horse. Past the Giraffes; past several bunnies, and golfers. And I swallowed 3 flies.

I came in and watered the sunflowers, despite the lack of wind, or rain, they were very, very dry. I picked my daily handful of sweetpeas, and then ate a lovely risotto.

Boy is away on his first working trip, and I've had a look at his new residence. All good there. Tooli's pals are coming back from Camp America (Other Camps are available and those other ones are indeed the ones they were at), and some are home to head back to the Burgh, whilst some are home to head on off again. Amsterdam, Belgium and France.

Is a far different world for a student now. Eh?

So anyways, I am sitting here thinking how lucky I am. A Boy with a good Job, and great fun; a Gal with a good couple of years behind her, and another two ahead, with lovely pals; and a husband who would do anything for me.

Or so I thought.

He just called me upstairs "for a hand".

He tried to drop a monitor on my head.

He tried to drop a smoothie maker on my head.

He tried to drop a box of plumbing tools on my head.

He tried to drop a box of tiles on my head.

And laughed when I survived.