Filet mignon, medium-well, please if you don't mind

Listening attentively to her options

I was going to tell you more about our weekend, but I was summoned by James to the bedroom, where Saffron just did a technicolour yawn. Well it wasn't exactly technicolour, more just pink, compliments of the watermelon juice she had with her dinner earlier. It's the second time she's done a merlion tonight so I think she's definitely coming down with something. Poor li'l mite. The lengths she'll go to to give me a valid and forgivable excuse for not blogging regularly...