Paulaner Brauhaus for fourth anniversary dinner. non too familiar, i'm still in a romantic daze for sure. we had a romantic window seat and the atmosphere was rather dewy and surreal or was it the half litre of lager that led me to belive so? you had your pork knuckle and i had my saussage platter. with the rain outside we played make-pretend europe in our heads. me in my black dress with lace trimming and you in your black one-pocket shirt and camel-coloured chinos. so it was to be, the stroll along to the esplanade, the gazing, the hugging, the handholding which is quite the best. MY CHOY, you are king!

went for a run in the evening, chasing my shadow that ran along the concrete walls of the canal, tuned in to lush radio - which is great because it increases my choice of running music. it's a new treat running to morcheeba or bossanova bebel gilberto.

it has been done, mei, it has been done. hey MY CHOY, wooooooo.