So TG is on his way home – well he will be at some stupid o’clock later on tonight. Very unusually the job that he was on has gone belly up. This is unusual because normally if the job isn’t going to happen, it doesn’t happen before everyone traipses off to the ends of the earth. So that’s a bit of a bummer, but he thinks he might have some more work lined up a bit closer to home in May – so it’s not the end of the world. On a purely selfish level I’m delighted – I hate him being away and despite the fact that I sleep better when he isn’t here AND I have full clicker control AND I don’t have to watch any sport whatsoever, I’m so looking forward to seeing him.
On a different note, TG and I lost a friend to cancer yesterday. He had been ill for sometime and we saw him just before the Mexico trip when he was in hospital as he was, even then, living on borrowed time. TG and I spoke yesterday about him and then whilst I was watching tv last night something struck me. You know when you want something badly – like having a baby for instance, everybody you see seems to be pregnant but you. Well in every programme I am watching (and I do watch some awful crap) everybody seems to be kissing passionately (stay with me on this). Maybe it’s because I am on my own currently and maybe it’s partly because of the news of yesterday, but I sent TG a text telling him that there needs to be more kissing in our relationship. Much more. It’s far too easy to slip into that complacency about each other and to lose that element of intimacy. Far too easy to take each other for granted. I had a reply this morning saying ‘you’re right, we should kiss more’ followed by a hundred xxx. I’m looking forward to it already!