Have been "away" since I got back from Germany. Been "s**t busy" with everything. My farmor turned 90 last Saturday so she had a huge party (open house) and over 40 people were there! It may seem as a tiny party but being 90 must mean that a lot of your friends are spending most of the time knocking on the Pearly Gates. My farmor seemed to pretty ok at the end of the day and I don't know how she does it cos I was effing knackered. It was good to see some relatives I haven't seen in ages - and I do mean ages!
With all that 90th partying over and done with - they do keep a knackering pace, the Oldies - I just got time to go home, pack, go to bed, wake up and get to the train that'd take me to the airport and eventually Boyfriend.
Think I'm getting air-sick though - had to concentrate on not throwing up which could have been a slight embarrassment as I was talking to a girl living in Manchester (due to her Boyfriend) and we got along well.
Anyway, the reunion with Boyfriend (we ahve spent 6 weeks apart, mind you) was a bit different to the one I had pictured. You know, dropping bags at the sight of Boyfriend, running in slow motion jumping up into his arms and there press my lips onto his and kiss, kiss, kiss for aeons while people around are applauding...
Not!
It was more like: "Hi hon! You look great and I think I'm about to throw up so we'd better get going or I might have to mop this floor..." A bit of a kiss and then basically dashing out for some air while he went to pay the parking. Not to mention that I would have crushed Boyfriend if trying to jump into his arms. And I sort of needed him to drive the car so all that was out of the question. But one day - and 10 kilos lighter...
Car-sick! So we didn't go through Snake Pass (no description of road needed - name says it all) which meant that journey home took a bit longer. I fell asleep to try and stifle the vomiting-reflex.
Aaaahhh! Love! ain't it grand?
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