And suddenly, it's the 14th of January..

I was planning to go into details about everything that happened over Christmas, but suddenly we’re a fortnight into the New Year and it all seems too long ago to be newsworthy. It feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. So much has happened and so much has changed, and it feels like I’ve changed more than any of it.
I’m completely in love with Philippa. I love her; the thunderbolt has struck; I’ve met The One; she’s my Miss Right, and the future Mrs Chesworth. Any cliché that exists about losing your heart and losing your mind can be applied to me, and to us. I am head over heels in love and I think I probably have been since we started working together back in the darkest past of 2010.
The most amazing thing is that it all feels so effortless. So effortless, so easy, and so right. (If this runs true to my past romances, she’ll turn out to be a racist or a serial killer)
Something weird must be happening in the Chesworth family DNA, because Sophie, Hannah and myself are all totally loved-up and convinced we’ve met our Partners-For-Life. We’ve even talked ‘jokingly’ about having a triple wedding. That’s for the future, but for now let me say that I’ve never seen either of my sisters happier, and I personally have never felt this way about anything, or anybody. When Philippa is away from my field of vision I feel empty and I ache to be with her. I’ve even started keeping myself awake so I can lay there and watch her sleeping beside me.

It’s my birthday this week, and you may remember I had booked myself a holiday? Well, the thought of spending a week abroad without Philippa was more than I could bear, so we tried to get her booked to join me. Unfortunately, the flight and hotel were both full, so she’s having to fly out a few hours later, from a different airport, and will stay in a different hotel. The things we do in love, eh?
Anyway - quiz time. Can you remember where I’d booked to go? TUNISIA. Which country is all over the news today? TUNISIA. The locals are unhappy with the President, so there are violent protests which they say will continue until their leader sees fit to resign. The Home Office is telling you to cancel any ‘non-essential’ visits and holiday firms have started flying people HOME to England to get them out of danger. SO the whole thing may be doomed after all. My first-ever foreign holiday, our first holiday together as a couple, up in smoke like a protesters banner, or a kipper. Of all the gin joints in all the World, why did they have to start a violent protest in mine?

Happy New Year, by the way.

RC 14-1-11