The Plan

Dear Diary,

I have a plan. A simply fantastic one. I've been racking my rack (Thank you Karen Walker) for ages, trying to find a way to pay Joe back for that wonderful gesture - the gift of the Hilton. And today it struck me. Shaun's going away with his mates this weekend, which means that I will have the house COMPLETELY to myself.

Guess what I have in mind?

Did you guess?

If you guessed an entire weekend of be-as-loud-as-you-like-I-have-my-own-house sex, then you would be wrong. Well..... OK, maybe you wouldn't. But that wasn't my plan, my plan is thus: I plan to cook, for me and Joe, a massive, sexy, table-covering Meditteranean FEAST!!! Great plan, eh?

It did go through several transitions - first there was the downright dirty "9 and a 1/2 weeks" style plan - basically covering the table in fruit, whipped cream and the like and getting all messy. And then I remembered - I may be alone in the house, but it's still my parents' house. I don't want to leave evidence.
Then I thought about a sensual eat-everything-with-your-hands meal - but it doesn't seem to make sense, somehow. So Medittteranean it is. Besides, he has a footie match on Saturday, so I figured he'd probably appreciate the meal, as well. All I have to do now is find a good recipe.

I have some ideas, but only vague ones, so far. Which is silly really, as I reckon it'll need a lot of planning. Oh well, if uni proved anything, it's that I work damned well under pressure, especially at the last minute.

On a similar topic - I discovered something quite strange and unexpected while Mum and Dad are away. I am actually, without knowing how, REALLY REALLY good at housekeeping! Seriously! Ask me to tidy my room, and it takes me about a year to get round to it. But somehow, having our own house has made Shaun and I incredibly house-proud - we simply CANNOT stop tidying up after ourselves. We even do the dishes and put wash-loads on! (Well...... I do....) Just subconciously, I'll find myself cleaning up after myself and emptying bins, and sorting ironing. It doesn't sound that exciting, I know, but it is to me..... I've become a domestic GODDESS!

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