This weekend was one of pure elational happiness, hugs, farm animals, moody clouds, sunshine, singing to the lustful twosome upstairs and arguing on the steepest hill in Bristol. Yes, I was a feisty princess this weekend and Charlie gave as good as he got. Equally there was sickening love; we ran in the rain, picked berries, over boiled our blackberry jam, I made successful pastry and we held hands looking at farm animals. I got bitten by a goat and we went for a run. We fell asleep on each other watching a film and walked through a graveyard in the drizzle. I was banned from saying the word Autumnal and Francois howled for more mackerel because he is spoilt.
I always said I wouldn’t want a wet blanket for a boyfriend, or someone that wouldn’t allow me to go mad, and go so with me. That we would dance together, eat loads of food and go on adventures. It’s right that he’s Science and I’m English, that I can deal with big crises and he with small. I’m sorry that I am a princess sometimes and I will miss him for all of September, when he’s away. I realise however, that he is as strong as an ox and a big prince, and though the weekend was a mix up, it was just super really.
I will continue to over think and I know that change is afoot. You know when you just know? It is I think.