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I know this is such agony for everyone. I'm so sorry. It's not nice for me either, but then again, at least I have inexhaustible patience. Well we didn't go down the pub last night. I'm not sure why, maybe I misheard the plans. I cooked steak in a creamy peppercorn sauce, we had the passion cake, we made more tempe, he expressed more thanks for his birthday present and commented how thoughtful the card had been, since the picture was personal with its own meaning and not a bog-standard birthday card. He called his present 'extravagant'a few too many times (it was only a large wok like he's been after, and a vegetarian cookbook - certainly not the hot-tub I wanted to buy him) and as predicted he did panic a bit as it's my birthday in about a month's time and I appeared to have set the standard for gift-giving. I assured him that while I did expect a birthday card, he need not match me with a present. I'm exceedingly low maintenance where gifts are concerned (I should have told him about the boyfriend I had who gave me a birthday gift of a £2 mug from a speedway thing we'd gone to some weeks before that). So I reassured him that I don't expect big extravagant presents. A card would be fine (a kiss would be finer). During the evening, Landlord was especially cheery and chatty and happy and the mood was very good. He was almost hyper, in fact. As I boiled the soybeans for the tempe, he got the heat lamp and wire rack ready "I'll prepare the laboratory" he announced and we added the tempe yeast, prepared the soybeans into the plastic pouches, sealed them over a flame, punched ventilation holes and put the lot under the heatlamp to start fermenting. He wants to buy himself something special for his birthday this weekend. I asked what and all he could think of was that he needed some T-shirts (in November?!!). I feel a trip to town will be necessary. Maybe [all extremeties crossed] I can usher him into the Comic Expo that the Erudite Baboon will be at this weekend. I asked him to show me how to tie a tie, I did rather well, we stood side by side at the mirror tying our ties. I stood very close. I liked standing very close. I was looking at him in the mirror and he was looking at his tie. He adjusted my tie for me and I was not able to stop grinning. Then, after the tie-tying event, we went to check on the tempe (make sure it's not too damp or it'll rot rather than ferment) and as I opened the door with an 'after you' gesture he put his hand on my back to signal for me to go first "oh my gosh, he touched me" and I was all a-grinning again. After watching Erin Brockovich (he was bored but persevered) we went to bed quite early and I was glad we'd stayed home. I couldn't get near enough for a kiss but I was glad he spent his birthday evening being daft with me. This morning he wasn't up by the time I left the house. I headed off down the road and realised I'd left my mp3 player behind so turned around and noticed he was at his window, curtains open, watching me. I waved and smiled. He smiled back. I went in to get my mp3 player and set back off to work again. I like the smiling, I like the waving. And he was watching me walk to work. Isn't that nice? gee I'm chipper today.
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