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Other than the issue below and my itchy-scratchy moments due to an alleged food allergy, it’s been a relaxing weekend for us both.

We caught I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry at the Cathay on Saturday (it’s a terribly cheesy movie, don’t watch it) and spent the Sunday afternoon subjecting ourselves to the fight for humanity in BattleStar Galactica.

Thanks to my wonderful commentator beside me telling me the difference between BSG in the 1970s and the 2004 miniseries, I am addicted to the show. Never was I left bored, except for last night’s rugby game between Fiji and South Africa.

Mightily boring game it was. I swore I was dozing off even before half time.

Nevertheless, we managed to kick off the couch potato habit and took a lovely stroll around the neighbourhood in the dusk before managing five flights of stairs. The evening usually ends with a back and shoulder massage for him before i whisk him off to bed.

It’s a simple and unimpressive weekend to some but I like it.

Hearing the woes of some of my married female pals have with their husbands, makes me appreciate him a lot more. Appreciate the fact that he’s different from other males, appreciate his loving ways towards me, appreciate everything about us.

I indulge in moments looking at him, stroking his hair and cupping his cheeks when he’s asleep. He usually just fidgets slightly before kicking me off the bed.

And i guess what a friend of mine said was right; that the power of touch holds an amazing power to it.