Blue Hydrangeas*

“I’m just going to have a bath,” I say to Seb when I wander into the living room after my sleep.

“OK,” he says, running a hand through his mane of thick hair.  He’s sitting at my computer in his pants.  

“What are you up to?” I say, putting a couple of dirty plates into the dishwasher.

“Oh, just sorting out my accommodation for university,” he says.  “I’m just asking them if I can live in a house with other mature students and maybe PhD and MA students who are more serious about studying.  Not with a load of eighteen year olds.”

“OK darling,” I say, kissing him.  “Am just going to have a bath and put some clothes on.”

So had better do that.  We are going out for dinner.  Our last excursion before he goes away for three and a half weeks.  Love my boyfriend.  Am going to miss him so much.

Attached photo is one of my hydrangeas in my garden.  Love them.  

Happy Wednesday everyone!
*2013.  By Marianne Sciucco.  An “Alzheimer’s love story” apparently.