My angel sleeps…

Unwell, she snoozes. At peace. Dreaming.

I stroke her hair, and gaze lovingly upon her beauty.

Truly, love has come again.

Early Morning : Lambeth Bridge

07:04 am, Sunday 24/07/2011.

Warm sunshine. No wind.

My soul flies into your embraces, my darling.

Lights! Camera! Trout!

Yes, tonight I will be cooking for my girlfriend. A lovely baked trout with “things yet to be determined”. I’m thinking of one of my dambusters which, as any fule knoe, is a large pepper stuffed with things. Usually spicy things. But will tone down for her pallet. 

This is to say thank you for yesterday’s big birthday dinner….

Lots of lovely bacon, two delish hamburgers, some pigs in blankets and fried potatoes. And the perfectly-cooked egg. Oh and some Champagne*. Nothing but the bestest for me.

Ok, probably not the world’s most healthiest meal, but it was my birthday so shut up! And I needed more zinc in my diet. My body, apparently, is severely zinc deficient now.

Followed by watching “The Hangover” on the telly.

Sad thing was having to wake at 5am to go to work.

 

 

* from Spain.

Holy pants! This guy is gooooood!

I’ve never seen such talent before. This guy is amazing!

Skeleton Key

The key is available. Not contested. Blue sky awaits. A wonderful new life….

The Future Brings…

Aside from the impending market chaos with the Greek, Irish and (so far) Portuguese bailouts/defaults etc, and the tsunami of the aftermath, I am still holding onto the future. For whatever transpires, we will be safe and warm.

Fulda was a wonderful time. Both in seeing John and Nele being married, their first dance together and the big party afterwards… despite the DJ. And of course, us watching the sunrise together afterwards.

A beautiful dawn.

Of a new time ahead. Together.

I’m close to the edge – and I open my eyes. And walk straight ahead. I want to fall all the way down. I want to run when I hit the ground. With you, Clare.

An teacht isteach de dhá gcroí

04:51am on the 10th July 2011:

What a lovely sunrise to spend with my girlfriend. After a most fantastic wedding in Fulda, Germany, we went and sat on a bench in the Monastery grounds and watched the sunrise together…

It was a very spiritual occasion.

Eis Kaffee

My girlfriend and I decided to try an Eis Kaffee in Fulda. OMG. It was very very nice!

As you can see here, next to one of those infeasibly tall Weiss bier glasses, the bloody things were enormous!

Still, at least I got my 5 a day with all the fruit. She went for an after eight one. Tsk. Naughty!

MyGoshThat’sALongWordIsn’tIt?

Germany. Fulda. Stardate something blah blah.

WTF?

Now that’s what I call an impressively l-o-n-g word.

I think they mean “Bike Carrier” or something like that.

Doesn’t he smell nice! Smell nice, doesn’t he?

Not that I’m wearing expensive aftershave that my lovely girlfriend bought me for my birthday (yes, an early present!). Mmm. Yummy!

I’d have been happy with just a hug and a kiss.

Still, more than I got for Father’s Day, which was a big bugger all. That, I’m still upset about. But fathers don’t matter, do we?

Time to go to bed…..

What a night! I think it’s time to go to bed after being chased up the road by gigantic dwarves!

I’m not hallucinating! Honest!

Gosh–a hot date?

Wow!

Grattings, indeed. And I am happy she is interesting in me. Er.

But looks like I’m not up for it, as she’s gone and emailed a load of other blokes too.

Oh well.

LOL.

Besides, I have the best girl in the world, who loves me completely and utterly. And I am faithful.

Time ticks on

And so forth etc. On Thursday I depart these shores for someplace else. A lovely few days away with the love in my life. And it’s a big occasion, where I meet everybody that is important. I, apparently, will henceforth be known as “Big Col”. At least it’s not “Ginger lanky bugger”

As they say, Viva Española!

But that would be wrong. Oh god, so wrong.

Shock Horror!

There’s a tune that my girlfriend actually likes!

I must have a sit down.

(pours ice into pants)

Ahhhh, that’s better.

…

Oh dear. I have lost all feeling in the pants.

Titter

Does he?

That and wandering around with a fishing rod.

But…

I have the biggest grin on my face imaginable. Because the woman that loves me is the most beautiful one ever. So so so beautiful, tall, sexy, and gorgeous. And she is all mine. And I all hers. Our love, combined, is infinite. All our love, keeps getting better. Always.

Oh God

85,000 horny women stuffed on the metropolitan line….. Woooo weeeee!

Bus to Ealing Broadway baby, then Central and change south.

Or get a beer, and hope for the best.

See you in the morning!!!!!!!!

(Love you!)

Take this! You Cad!

Well, with my beautiful girlfriend off at a Take This concert this evening with her sister, and probably throwing her knickers at a Mr Robbie Coltrane or whoever he is, it’s left to me to hang about the place being a muppet and doing the washing up.

Mind you, we had a perfect night out last night in Chinatown, munching on squids, chicken with IC7, crispy beef things and a nice bottle of Gewürztraminer 2008. Yum. Well, you have to, when celebrating an important occasion, don’t you? And I’ve learned so much about the origins of Charing Cross. She’s very clever, she is. Which is why I advise you never to play trivial pursuit with her, as you’ll never get a bloody go. LOL! Love you baby! XXXX

No angry rants tonight, people. Just me missing my ClareBear. Still, tomorrow will be lovely when we drift down the Thames on a boat made of planks, to have a lovely lunch at Hampton Court, then wombling up again to Putney for a wander around, seeing where she grew up.

Then it’s pasta and surprises at mine later. Will chillies be involved? Hmmmmmmmm. The answer is the same to the question I posed the other day. And I wasn’t disappointed. Oh no.

And not long now until the other journey to a country far far away, of which we know nothing. I just hope I can survive the invasion! LOL. I have my case. Not packed yet. But it will be.

To the future.

To us.

Forever, darling.