The awesome basement. There was this book, propped up and wide open, on sex positions illustrated. And all I was thinking was, lady do YOU need a wax. Haahahahaha... Terence and I should have had our lunch here instead. So quiet and contained and books are yellower and nicer-smelling than those upstairs.
I call this air-writing, because I don't know the proper term for it. At first we kept laughing at the pilot and said that he couldn't spell FUTURE. But after a rather long time, we realised it was publicity for FUTURAMA MUSIC FEST or something to that effect. I'm also thinking, the part of 'U' where he flies vertically straight up must be damn scary!!
And this is how we spent our time waiting for the bus back home, yes, with our necks craned towards the sky like two sillies. After which upon reaching, Bency proceeded to fall asleep immediately while I read my new pre-loved (OOOOOOOOHHHHH OXYMORON!!!!) book hahahaha. Then when he woke up from his nap, I decided to force him to tan with me in the room, I on Shelley, he on the bed. And after awhile all he did was direct me like this: "Dear. Head higher." "Dear move to the left" "No dear. Don't turn yet. 5 more minutes." Act wanna ensure I get an even tan but actually just distracting me while he moved further and further into the shade tsk. HAHAHAHA. And this is how we spend our arvos. And yes, my memory is damn spectacular tanks everybardi tanks!!!!!!! *does Barbarella wave