Paul on Nostr: The lazy joys of a Saturday morning, unencumbered by the tyranny of an alarm clock. ...
The lazy joys of a Saturday morning, unencumbered by the tyranny of an alarm clock. My lovely wife and I had indulged in a leisurely lie-in, that is, until our mischievous cat overlord, Rolo, saw fit to rouse us from our slumber by sending my glass of water crashing to the floor.
Thus began our day, with a hearty breakfast feast - three crumpets apiece, lavished with butter and marmite, accompanied by a rich americano for me and a velvety latte for my better half, courtesy of our trusty Tassimo machine.
Refreshed and revitalized, we set out into the crisp air for a stroll around our local medieval castle, reusable coffee mugs in hand, filled once more with the Tassimo coffees. As we wandered, we allowed ourselves to get lost in conversation and daydreams of the future.
Upon our return home, we warmed up with Celebrations themed hot chocolates - mine a Snickers variety, hers a Twix, both topped with fluffy marshmallows.
And now, as the evening draws to a close, I find myself immersed in a deep bubble bath, whiskey in hand, feeling grateful for this tranquil Saturday interlude. If only the hours could be stretched to accommodate more of such blissful indolence.
Thus began our day, with a hearty breakfast feast - three crumpets apiece, lavished with butter and marmite, accompanied by a rich americano for me and a velvety latte for my better half, courtesy of our trusty Tassimo machine.
Refreshed and revitalized, we set out into the crisp air for a stroll around our local medieval castle, reusable coffee mugs in hand, filled once more with the Tassimo coffees. As we wandered, we allowed ourselves to get lost in conversation and daydreams of the future.
Upon our return home, we warmed up with Celebrations themed hot chocolates - mine a Snickers variety, hers a Twix, both topped with fluffy marshmallows.
And now, as the evening draws to a close, I find myself immersed in a deep bubble bath, whiskey in hand, feeling grateful for this tranquil Saturday interlude. If only the hours could be stretched to accommodate more of such blissful indolence.