This is how my mornings start, everyday. Finishing breakfast with my cup of tea, wrapped in a rug.
It makes me laugh to see the tip of Mike's nose peeking out above the doona. Showered, dressed and putting on shoes, which has already become that little bit more challenging.
After a sunny start to the week, it's turned cold and dreary again.
Leftovers from the freezer for lunch; my favourite kind of lunch.
Mike likes making jokes about me having dirty feet, because the water wouldn't hit them in the shower anymore. I can still see them, just. I'm also called scaffolding and, anytime I'm in the water, submarine.
After two nights home alone, only mumbled greetings when one of us gets in or out of bed and generally a lunchtime phonecall, Mike's home. He has finished his two afternoon/night shifts and has begun 4 days off. Much better to be greeted with a hug at the door than a silent house!
I know they will not last long, a little bruised already, but the scent from the pink/mauve roses is incredible. Catching the hint of them from their spot in the lounge room makes me happy.
Dinner guests tonight - Ben, whose been volunteering in Nepal and we haven't seen since before our holiday, and Esther. Mike will still barbeque the meat but our plans for eating outside have been abandoned.
From my garden. Love that.
Pottering around, distracted by these adorable little moccasins, a birthday present from my sister.
His chair. With Mike in charge of the remote, better than average chance an episode of Top Gear was playing.
We divided on gender lines, the guys outside overseeing the barbeque while Esther and I chatted inside. I offered a suggestion or two about dinner, but execution was all Mike.
Lamb wraps with tzatiki, feta and salad. Simple, but delicious.
Chatting, laughing, and a friend who's used to my photography eccentricities. We really don't do this enough.
I'd need to check to be certain, but I think Ben has appeared in my two previous Week in the Life projects as well. I know we were climbing during 2013 WitL, and camping the one previous I believe.
Good friends also help carry heavy purchases in from the car. Mike couldn't resist ripping into our new ceiling ladder, set to be installed next week. (Turns out babies need lots of stuff, and we need more storage.)
There's always tomorrow. Good night.