Tramp dogging

I was dead yesterday. Or to be honest, more like a space cowboy. Off in my own Unicorn world. Went to work straight from the airport, looked at emails and pretended to understand what they said. Coming home from work Oliver took care of me, he treated me like the Tramp dog i am and made me dinner.

I passed out at 10.

 Wraps with halloumi and hommous. So good. And the only thing i needed to do was eat it.

 He bought flowers and the cleaner had just been there. Best Ever!

Putting up the projector and watched some Twin Peaks in bed. Passed out by 10, think i saw about 10 min. Good thing Oliver knew I would be Tramp dog, otherwise not so fun girlfriend delivery.

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