Last night we got thrashed by a wonderful Queensland thunderstorm – the kind we’ve been hanging out for – and it was so exciting. And loud! Keverne* has no carpet and a tin roof, so the noise was deafening. We couldn’t really do anything that involved electricity and we had trouble hearing each other so we decided the only thing to do was to open our bedroom window and climb into bed.
The Doctor took up residence at the foot of the bed as we snuggled under doona, watching the storm in silence.
We stayed like that for yonks.
Then Burfit turned to me – smiled – leaned in and kissed me gently.
Then he said, “You taste like sausages”.
*Our house is called Keverne. See?