8:18 p.m. - Friday, Apr. 02, 2004
Back. Hooray!
Hello everyone I'm hooooommmmmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Update on Meggie situation for the confused: Just finished final term at university - only exams to go! Official revision starts in 3 weeks, exams two weeks later. I've just got back from holiday and am at home with my mum and dad.

Thanks for the lovely messages while I was away. It was lovely to be missed! I had a very odd dream last night where you all sent me birthday cards saying happy 35th birthday. Well, thankyou girls, but I'm not even 22 yet!

We had a wonderful holiday. Really beautiful. If you've never been to the English lakes, you really should come and visit me and I'll take you. (Warn me first, please). It was just fabulous, just being there. We walked and rode bikes and sailed on the lake (that sounds a bit overblown, we just got on a boat to take us to our start point of our walk). We built a little dam in a stream (my absolute favourite thing to do!), we walked through woodlands, we saw tiny new lambs - one still had her umbilical cord dangling from her tummy. She had a little bleat when she saw us, and watching her stand was amazing. I love the way little lambs wiggle their tails as they feed. We even saw a placenta on the grass!! (I loved this, Bob was not so fond). We spent TIME TOGETHER (what is this strange phenomenon!?). We slept in the same big bed, and he cooked and I washed up, and we ate in wonderful country pubs. We saw lots of dogs, and tiny swimming things in the shallows, and absolutely froze our toes off paddling in the lake. Bob broke the world stone skimming record (seven jumps), and we were told off by an irate swan. The Sheep with the Knowing Smile predicted our doom, and we re-enacted scenes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I also pretended to be Gandalf to Bob's Samwise Gamgee. I did a jigsaw on the living room florr, and drank a little too much red wine, and played with the resident cat. It was wonderful and I feel so happy and well and in love. Isn't love amazing? I just adore having a person I am always comfortable with, whom I can cuddle up to, and love, and tell just what I'm thinking. I love giggling together, and stealing a cheeky snog. I love being brought a cup of tea, and doing little extra things for my boy. I love the way we just fit together, our two souls.

Bob is definately going to Austrailia. He has bought his tickets (they only cost £575 which I think is pretty impressive). He is going with our friend Orby (I just named him, if I ever referred to him before it was as S). They are flying to Japan on June the fourth (two days after our last exam), having three days there and on to Sydney. They then fly back from Perth six weeks later. Waaahhhhhhhhhhh! I am going to miss my Robert! And I am nervous about people I love travelling, as neither of my parents nor my brother have flown for as long as I have been alive. I like people being no further away than Wales! He will have have a wonderful time though, and I have no real envy of him going. I think when you meet the love of your life at 18, you have to be quite flexible in your approach to growing up. This will be the first holiday he's had without me since we met. And it's just the sort of thing I cannot even imagine wanting to do - going on a six week holiday to the other side of the world with no plans other than a start and end point. I would like the bit in Tokyo though. He'd better bring me some good presents. I have asked for a Koala.

He is away for my birthday too! I like this best for the 'injured girlfriend' act. I don't actually mind too much. I'm kind of hoping I have at least fifty more birthdays with him there (and ones where I'm big and pregnant, ones with and babies bouncing on the bed, and our first with an empty nest, and ones in the old peoples home where my gift will be incontinence pants). See? lots of life left. Of course, at the moment, I am perfectly conviced he will die in a plane accident over Asia, but I'm sure being rational will defeat that. Ohmmmm ohmmm ohmm.

The mice are happy and well too. A bit confused by all the crazy dashing about they've been doing in cars, but fine. Bob's parent's Goldendog is perfectly beautiful too. Nothing better than floor level doggie play involving a squeaky orange landmine. No, the toy wasn't my choice.

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