View attachment 238041Monday, 19 July 2016 8AM-ish
"My dearest and most noble slab of sexy beast," Gwen said strolling slowly into the kitchen as I was pouring my espresso. She was starting to look the slightest bit wobbly. I can only imagine that coordinating moving and that belly has to be getting more and more difficult.
"Ruh Roh," I said. "Why do I get the distinct idea that I'm in LOADS of trouble?"
"Oh, it's not you," Gwen said. "It's this house."
"Oh?"
"Yes, it's too big."
"Oh."
"There are eight rooms that we're never going to go into," she said. "We're not running a boarding house, not taking in renters. This place is just ridiculously large for us and the rooms we spend the most time in aren't that big and I don't like them so much anymore."
"Even with our stuff in them?" I asked.
She nodded.
"All of our stuff is for a much more modern dwelling," she said after a moment's reflection. "That flat in London. I would like to start looking for another place."
"Okay," I said. "I'm not brave enough to get in the way of a pregnant woman who has made up her mind. Any judge and any jury will let you get away with nearly anything at this point."
I rubbed her belly then bent over and kissed it. The baby kicked me in the face. Or elbowed, maybe. It's hard to tell.
"That kid might turn out vicious," I said. I put my hand back and felt her/him moving around underneath my hand.
"You're so sexy when you agree with me," she said. "Several wives of your coaches recommended some real estate agents to me. I'm going to find one and make him or her show me around. I'll keep you posted. You, of course, are welcome to come along when you're free but I'm getting bored of sitting around so much."
"You do what you got to do," I said.