Home and happy

I’m half-an-hour late with a blog for 3rd June, so that’s my ‘One Post Every Day For A Month’ challenge blown until July.

Good to be back in Norfolk, and with Philippa.
She’s had a busy week and is tired, so I let her fall asleep in my arms and now I am catching up on blogging while watching her sleep and breathe in my bed. Who would have thought it could be so great to just watch someone peacefully resting? God, I love her.
I got all weepy when we saw each other. It’s only been three days, but it’s the longest we’ve been apart and it was painful. She buried her head in my chest and said ‘I missed your smell’ which seems a little weird in retrospect but at the time was lovely.
I start work fully on Monday and it’s quite exciting. It’s only a week ago that I felt near-suicidal and almost quit. I thanked Philippa again tonight for talking me through it, and for all the other improvements she seems to have made in my life and said ‘how can I ever thank you?’
She said ‘Just be here for a cuddle when I need one. And promise me never to lie to me. That’s all I ask. Oh, and get my name tattooed on your shoulder…”
Ah, yes, the tattoo. The thing I had forgotten while busily learning supermarket management skills. We are seeing ‘The Inkman’ tomorrow, to discuss our joint appointment and to finalise our designs. I am still not fully convinced, but he says we can ask any questions and he’s happy to allay our fears. I’m now resisting the urge to put “infections resulting from tattoo needles” into Google…

RC 4-6-11 (early)