Marcus made dinner today, for the first time since I met him. It wasn’t a frozen dinner either, three home-made courses. Chicken and mushroom vol-au-vents to start, fuisili carbonara as the main and, for dessert, the richest, most delicious bannoffee pie I’ve ever had in my life. A nice chianti too. Who knew Marcus had it in him? Hopefully this will become a regular thing because that was a delicious dinner.
He also had a little monologue on how much he appreciates everything I’ve done for him over the past four years and gave me a four-day weekend off, starting tomorrow. I argued, of course, but he promised he would be fine on his own and that he’d call me if anything went wrong, so I reluctantly accepted.
Now, I’m at home, relaxing and reminiscing. Marcus really got a burst of life into his tired old bones this week. It was nice to see him how he used to be.