Spent the weekend in Bremen meeting with florists, musicians and non-denominational-non-pastors-who-will-marry-us-outside-of-the-church in preparation for our fast-approaching wedding. In two weeks I fly home in a whirlwind to pick up the dress and paperwork required to prove I am worthy to take a German off the market.
Having dragged ourselves in the door at 9:30, we unpacked and then I hauled Oliver into the tub to try out one of my new bathbombs from LUSH. He went willingly without a whimper and didn’t object to the girly perfume or the oils softening his skin. Walking past the bedroom, I see he’s now laying on the bedding, watching tv, the glitter from the “Curse of the Black Pearl” bathball glistening on his skin.
One thing is pretty clear: He’s gone ‘straight’ past metrosexual to brokeback.