2 Days...

This is my last day at work, I am sorting out the loose ends, setting my “Out of Office Message” and I have to see my big boss tonight at 5pm.

I am now starting to get really nervous. I have to do the ironing and packing tomorrow day and book the taxi for Saturday morning, I am sure I will forget something. My brain is fizzing and I can’t concentrate on anything.

Tonight I am finishing early as Roop and myself are going to look at a house. It's brand new, the rest of the street is still a building site. The house is a lot bigger than what we have at the moment, 3 bedrooms (one en-suite), 2 bathrooms and a garage for all his toys. This all depends of course if we carry on living together.

I don’t want us to live apart, I don’t particularly want to flat share – especially with my illness (I don’t know of too many flats with en-suite bathrooms) and I certainly don’t want to live on my own.

I like living with Rupert, scratch that, I love living with him, I like the fact I can talk to him whenever I want, I can touch him if I am feeling unsure and I like falling asleep holding hands.

Oh its not always sugar and roses but if we fight its usually not serious and over and done with by morning.

Rupert suggested we try it for 6 months but I have major reservations about it. It’s very disconcerting and I am not settled with the idea at all.

I suppose nothing will be decided till after we get back from OK.

Fingers Crossed.

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