Anthony J. Crowley 𖤝

@mrajcrowley.bsky.social

Following an angel.

Our pleasant task enjoined; but, till more hands Aid us, the work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides IX, 207-211

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and watch Aziraphale getting out of bed. But instead of putting on his dressing gown, he pulls on my hoodie and tiptoes out of the bedroom. Pretty sure he gave it to me so he could nick it whenever he fancied. He looks so damn good in it!

Aziraphale spent most of the day on the beach with a serpent and an adder, one was wearing his fav sunglasses, the other a mini pair. Angel made sure Proust and Prism were busy with our laundry during our absence (=they slept on them!) Some time spent in the garden afterward. Late dinner. Perfect!

Have to be honest with ya lot. Never really heard about Anxiety before Aziraphale and I moved together. Before that he made sure I wouldn’t notice. Of course I sensed his mood, but I didn’t know what it really meant to be in such a state. But I know now. And I’ve learned to give him some space…

A.Z. Fell, Esq.@azfell-esq.bsky.social · 2d ago

3:44 PM, the cottage greenhouse: There appears to be a very fine line between Whimsy and Anxiety, and we walk it like a bloody circus tightrope, don't we? Whilst juggling bone china teacups and wearing roller skates. As such, I am cleaning the greenhouse windows. On a ladder. Heights distract me.

Midnight and a bit, the cottage bedroom: Tuesday's plan is to take Addercrombie on a drive to the beach. I am not terribly certain what his activity level will be, so I am packing the inflatable unicorn floatie, a beach blanket and sunbrella,and a picnic basket (for covered snoozing). ✨️✨️✨️

Late afternoon: *holds Aziraphale's hand, leads angel to greenhouse* Close yer eyes, angel. *leads angel through greenhouse, reaches furthest spot on the right* Now open yer eyes... *watches angel* ...I call it our greenhouse lounge.

Greenhouse lounge.

Our cottage bedroom; early! *shifts onto his side while lying, propping his head up with one hand; non-demonic smile* Gonna show ya something later, angel. Intended to show it to ya on our... well, ya know. But I’m gonna do it today instead, cause it’s finished and waiting for ya to see it.

Aziraphale's asleep. Good. I slither from our bed and saunter downstairs to the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea for my angel and an espresso for me. I'm waitin'. And while I'm waitin' I watch the ducks... and the black and the white swan. Just a normal morning. Wait! We DON'T have swans! ANGEL!!