Booking A Meeting

The romance level has escalated of late.

Could be that I booked a half hour meeting the other night.  In the dining room; at the table.  I felt like Miss Scarlett.  All I needed was the candelabra.

And I made him sit here too; for the full half hour.  His little rat eyes were scanning the room, looking for a way out.  Mostly they strayed to the television as he thought about the half hour that was ticking over and I knew that he was missing out on something…

He asked me the time at least five times.

Still; we made it through the whole half hour and in short, even he had to admit it was a good idea!