Snow

It snowed last night and now the world outside looks like someone came along and brushed it with a paintbrush dipped in white. It's beautiful. And as with all pleasures, there's part of me that thinks 'wow, this is amazing' and part that thinks 'Max can't enjoy it this time'.

And then I started thinking about another time it snowed and I was at Max's house. It was the evening and we had no plans to go anywhere. I imagine we were simply going to stay in and watch a movie in bed (as was one of our favourite customs). Surprisingly there was a ring on his doorbell and then into the hallway spilled a group of lads who had other plans for Max that night...Snowball fights.

I lingered at the top of the stairs as they persuaded him to join them (I don't think he needed much convincing). Then he looked up at me and asked me if it was ok for him to go! I must admit I was slightly put out seeing as I was now going to have to entertain myself alone in his house for a few hours and wasn't sure what I was going to do. But there was no way I was going to tell him he couldn't go out if he wanted to do! It's a strange phenomenon but often when a girlfriend starts affecting her boyfriend's plans (however innocent she may be), his pals (who are themselves single) seem duty-bound to give the boyfriend the harmless yet insulting title: 'p***y-whipped'.

Max was on the verge of acquiring said title as he asked for my permission, but it was really sweet that he asked. Although I wasn't going to stop him, he could sense my pout, and was all cuddles and kisses before going to kit himself out for some serious snow action with the boys. I'm almost certain that as they left the house I could hear some friendly insults being thrown around, but Max always gave as good as he got.

I managed to amuse myself somehow and when Max returned he conjured the image of a snowballing battlefield. I can't remember exactly who came to the door that night, but perhaps you're reading this and you remember it too.

Rosy