Sam came over after work. I haven't seen him for a week, not since last Friday when we spent the day together and he told me how he was coming down with something.
I vanished that night, saying I was heading home to my bed, as he had the painter coming early on Saturday morning. But, he was under no illusion, I was clearing out because of his dreaded lurgies.
He's been a bit miffed that I had opted to keep away from him while he had a sore throat and felt like he was coming down with something.
"I see," he said.
He wanted to catch up a few times during the week, but I opted for waiting for when he was fully recovered.
"I don't want to be off work and sick at the same time, you must understand that?"
"Oh yes, I understand alright."
So, as you can understand, he was a little feisty by the time I saw him on Friday night.
Very, on the "go" was he. And very relaxed was I.
So, I decided he had to be "calmed" down. It's a devious trick, but it had to be done. I was going at a much slower speed than he.
So, when Shane said he was heading to the supermarket to get supplies for dinner, after he'd gone, I reached for the button on Sam's jeans.
It worked a treat, he was much nicer to lie next to on the couch after that. Besides, I hadn't seen him for a week and I was pretty keen myself.
Big smile.
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