Multiple orgasms

My baby and I have both been working today - me a quiet and largely uneventful day, my baby anything but, although that's quite normal for him and his line of work. That said I've no idea why the people he has to deal with, the people he's ultimately trying to help out have to be so rude and disrespectful towards him? I just don't understand that, perhaps it's because I have an insight into his job and know how it's like a balancing act, trying to bring a set of variables beyond reasonable control together, to fruition - it's difficult. That and the fact that obviously I know my baby very well; and I know he is genuinely kind, considerate, polite and helpful. And I don't mean that as applying only to me because I'm his boyfriend, he's like that to anyone, it's his nature and how he likes to conduct himself; I've not known him any differently and I've not known another guy like him in any respect. So why people have to be impolite, shout, scream and/or swear at him when he's trying to do his job to the best of his ability and control a set of circumstances that are mostly uncontrollable is beyond my comprehension. I don't mean that every person he has to deal with is like that, far from it, but still just one a day is too many. How he comes home from work in such a good mood and still smiling with his eyes full of life is a mystery, it's a testament to his nature - how he's able to just cast all the crap off his shoulders and forget about it. He tells me it's just part of the job, he just deals with it when it comes along and he doesn't let it get to him; besides there are many more nice, friendly people who appreciate the work he does for them. That's a real positive, sunny way to look at life and well, that's my baby in a nutshell; he's a star.

As has been usual of late, this has really got nothing to do with what I want to post about and I'm going off on tangents again; but I'm just following my train of thought with wanton abandonment so bear with me. All that came about because when I asked him how his day had been he told me how he to deal with such a tosser (my words and not my baby's) today; and yet he still arrives on my doorstep happy, smiling and full of life. We've talked about this on many occasions in the past too but it just brought it to mind tonight hence all this so far. Regardless of anything else they're real good personal traits to have and they're real good traits to have in a boyfriend; I mean I lack a great deal of those kind of personal traits and can get lost, down and struggle with life so easily. Together I guess we just make some kind of connection, we help each other out, the things we crave we find in each other and it helps to bind us together - I'm far more grounded and happier than I have been for the longest time; it's no coincidence.

Back to where I want to be - I knew we would be both working today, so yesterday I took a trip to Marks & Spencer during my lunch to pick up some stuff for tea tonight. I was perusing the aisles looking for inspiration, to be honest I'd no idea what I should get, I wanted something different but the what escaped me completely. I needed it to just jump out from the shelf at me, to surprise me and I found myself in luck; not that it fell from the shelf and hit me on the head or anything like that. No, I walked past a section of food with introductory offers on them, new items with money off and I spotted a "barnstormer cheddar, beechwood smoked bacon and potato pie" it stopped me in my tracks. It sounded awesome so I inspected it further, on the back of the box it reads, "Somerset barnstormer cheddar, beechwood smoked bacon and maris piper potato pie in a crisp onion suet pastry, topped with a crunchy cheddar cheese crumb." I was sold, so I picked a couple up (they're individual pies - weren't not greedy) and you've got to admit it sounds like nothing else you've ever eaten right?

I showed my baby the pies tonight just before I popped them into the oven and like me he just couldn't wait to see if they tasted as good as they sounded; whilst we were waiting for them to cook we talked about it and both decided it would be impossible for them to be as good as they were described. I served them with a jacket potato, carrots and broccoli; we both sat down at the table and they did smell heavenly but the proof of the pudding (or in this case the pie) is in the eating. We were both wrong - it tastes as good as it sounds; a serious taste explosion all perfectly matched and put together in a neat individual pie; the most delicious pie either of us have ever eaten. Words although spoken were not required, I was watching the expression on my baby's face and he was watching mine as we delved in; they said it all. That and the fact of how quickly they disappeared from our plates, they are beyond words and just heavenly; the most perfect pie you could ever hope to eat. It was so good we've been talking about them for ages since, raving on about them and how we must have them again, and soon!

Trust us, if the description of the pie sounds good to you, if it's something that appeals to your taste buds just head to your nearest Marks & Spencer and buy some; don't think about it just do it. They say food is the way to a mans heart and if we're anything to go by it most certainly is true; and if food was equivalent to sex then the pies are the equivalent of multiple orgasms, seriously they're that good!