TWTW(end)TW

So that was the August bank Holiday weekend. Another few days with my girlfriend in Bath, just being together; just spending time with each other and the family. Friday was take out, a movie (“Mamma Mia” which I finally watched and – don’t tell anyone, shh – our secret, I actually enjoyed) and more Mellow Magic moments of intimacy before retiring for the night.

There is something about being with the one you love. I know, some people disbelieve, detract, assume it cannot be real because we’ve not spent some pre-determined quantity of time together in each other’s company; but really, you know love when you have it – there isn’t a law that quotes some pre-ordained amount of time prior to which you cannot feel love. Some of our best moments together are our simple ones. The ones when we’re just together, not necessarily doing anything; just being close to each other. The times when we catch each other’s eyes and see nothing but each other; just loving, wanting, needing, desiring.

Over the weekend we had fresh baked bread, apple and blackberry crumble and some great meals made by her mum; who is a really excellent cook, and loves to make good food.

Her niece, L---- also stayed over part of the weekend; and I might have made a bit of an impression (I love kids and had her laughing when I was doing silly voices for the toys. She is a great girl, a great imagination – like most kids; making us some sort of desert-y mix thing on Sunday (pretend, of course – using ornamental wooden cups, spoons and coasters from the lounge)

We did a fair bit of walking, heading into town a couple of times and having a brunch/lunch together (once under the old station on Saturday, once in a little eatery place near her house), another time walking to the Royal Victoria park with her niece, sister and K--; as well as the usual dog walking. (One of the things I miss most when we’re apart is walking on the field with her)

The weather was a right mix - we’re truly into autumn now; well, on the edge of it at least. Some days sunny, some days wet, some days both - with little warning of the variation that was to come. Not that it mattered.

Coming home is always hard. I know it’s only a few days before we can get together again, but goodbyes are never easy. I’ve been through hard goodbyes (you know my situation right?) and I’m usually better when saying goodbye, tearful and sad afterwards. I know we both look forward to the one day when we don’t have to part, and the home we go to is one we share.

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