sitting in the garden, drinking wine, steaks on the grill. plates - some empty, some with remnants of grilled peppers, prawns, halumi, still on the table. "ich bin von hopf bis fuss" comes on through the music player shuffle - a song i love as it makes me simultaneously happy and sad and also reminds me of my oma. i am happily humming along when n lets out a rather large belch, belching "in love again" just at the right time to the music. i laugh, then try to look cross, telling  n sternly, "hey - i love that song."

"still?" he asks, laughing.

cheeky git.