As Good As It Gets

I mean that in the most positive way possible: Yesterday was the longest day. Although we hopefully still have a good deal of summer still to come, the days are now as long and the nights as light as they are going to get.

I was sitting out on the lawn under a cloudless sky yesterday morning, drinking Earl Grey tea and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a panama hat, basking in the hot sun. I had just experienced a lovemaking session where I was spread out and gripping the edges of the mattress whille Heather rode me to an orgasm that had me screaming like a girl and left me shaking for a good while after. I was pervaded with a sense of well-being. All our problems seem to have melted away at the moment, at least temporarily. We are up to date with customer orders, the same with the book keeping. The long-running problem with the drains at the summerhouse has now been fixed professionally and for good, so we can live down there and have guests to stay without fear of the toilet blocking up every five minutes.

The same feeling of well-being came over me again in the evening, a little after 11pm. We were just about to go home, but were standing in the twilight stillness admiring the colours of the sunset and the mirror-like calmness of the ocean, satisfied after a day of relaxation, a bit of garden tidying and a fine supper which culminated in the inevitable strawberries and cream.

This really is as good as it gets.