Day Thirteen

As it happens today is Freida's birthday. She didn't disclose her age but rumour has it that she's about 60 years old.

I would have guessed 50, but people always appear younger to me than they actually are.

John, for example, asked me how old I thought he was with an air of fishing for a compliment. Glenda was within earshot and told me to say 40. John looked flattered. I said I was honestly going to guess 37. John said he's going to start paying me Sunday rates everyday.

In the end he wouldn't tell us his age, but I'm guessing it's hella higher than 37.

I took Jez to Hurricane's for dinner tonight. There was a 45 minute wait so we walked down to the harbour and snuggled by the water. We returned just on time.

We ordered full-rack pork ribs to share and garlic mushrooms. Jez had a beer and I had a Toblerone cocktail. After my third rib I couldn't take another bite, so Jez polished off the rest. I watched him eat. It was the cutest thing. I nibbled off all the sauce that was smeared across his face.