Things that make me smile, at least a little
I'm getting on pretty well with Helen. She's funny and we have a good, easy banter going. Both online and in person. She's smart, and cuddly and she likes cuddling with me. Just the thing I need for a cold winter. We've been seeing each other reasonably frequently, but not so often that it's totally obsessive - we're talking two to three times per week.

This last weekend was good - we started out by playing pool at the Ballroom (she kicked my ass, 6-3, but I swear I had a run of bad luck, and how can I be expected to play on proper sized tables anyway?). Then went for dinner at Little India on Allen St. It was drunken fun, and then we caught a taxi home in the rain, with the taxi driver giving us a share of his wisdom, mainly about how he spent his youth drinking and smoking weed all the time, till he had a sudden revelation that it was boring, and stopped dead. He had a good banter, anyway.

Saturday afternoon I staggered home and cleaned up, then Kaaryn came over to watch the rugby. Good result, but Shaw's sending off really rendered the whole thing academic - there was no way England were going to win after that, which is a pity, they'd started with some fire and it would have been a tough match.

Sunday I slept for 12 hours, then went to Helen's house where she cooked dinner. Coq au vin, and very nice it was too. Throw in some icecream (I provided the ice cream, OK?) and some wine and we were both happy. Only problem was, when I got home I couldn't get to sleep, which means I overslept, missed both of the soccer matches. I have to start waking up earlier dammit, the tournament is nearly over.

 
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