3rd March 2015
Unsurprisingly, Yazid was very late to get up the next morning.
Ali didn’t mind—it was Tuesday, neither of them had anywhere to go, and anyway, they had to talk, really. So he wasted a couple of hours cleaning the kitchen and the living room, scrubbing down the toys and putting them back in the box, and brushing a very contented Moxie from nose to tail before the bedroom door clicked, and the bathroom door slammed.
“Breakfast time,” he told the cat, tapping her lightly between the ears with the brush, before getting up off the floor.
He was almost done with the fry-up before Yazid shuffled into the room, wet-haired and bleary-eyed, and got a grumbled greeting when he offered a kiss.
“Morning to you, too,” Ali said, and kissed him anyway. “You’re not really awake yet, ar
