George and me where laying side by side sweating yesterday. He was properly taken out by the cold and I had a sympathy fever. Winners.
Cozying up with the doggo. Sleepy fever days.
George had to leave and do work. So he wrapped up warm and fought the fever. Poor bastard.
On Saturday morning I was up early having breakfast after a Friday night at home.
I was bored and adding to my insta stories
I painted my nails and chilled around doing very little
Until it was time to wake George up. I wish I had an actual trumpet.
We had lunch at the havelock. Look at this sexy piece of meat.
Woolly was over the moon for both chicken and steak. Spoiled doggy.
In the evening we went to celebrate Mike on his last night at Revs.
And had a burning crepe Suzette drink. George had to drink it, too sweet for me.
We took pictures for Kat in Sydney
And contemplated life’s big questions while waiting for Leanne to show up since she was staying at ours.
Our faces when we realised we had to head home to W. But he was so happy when we came home it was totally worth it.
Then fever hit and the night was spent bathing in our own sweat.
Letters to my family 