I’m just in bed at half past midnight after spending the evening watching High Fidelity with Ben, interspersed with smoking (I know bad) and talking in the kitchen.
It was good to have some time on our own. Watching a movie that we have watched time and time again together (which had me crying at the end) and talking about everything – our lives, our history, our trip to the U.S. next month, tonnes of stuff.
I almost forgot about everything that’s has gone on and is happening – the stress of mortgages, flat buying, heart ache. It was good.
I’m going to sleep now.