touched
petulans, waiting for his flight at Heathrow.One thing I can say about Greg is that he has a talent for cheering me up instantly. How could I possibly feel low after a discussion of the cucumber Leitmotiv, the Museum of Penises and the size of whales' cocks, H/D MPREG, my upcoming Bad Plans for
the_malfoy, and so much else.Alas, the conversation was hastily terminated by my smoke alarm going off. Moral: do not forget that you're cooking when having the time of your life with Greg.
To celebrate, and in consideration of an afternoon G&T to reward myself for all this writing, I discovered the remains of a bottle of sloe gin that I made, oooh, must be four years ago. A small glass of ruby deliciousness was raised to Greg, a safe journey, good holidays, and happy returns.
