[FRIEND LOCKED] Sticking-plaster love.
Mike rolled up here last night, as you all know. We had a bit of a chat, and a cup of tea before bed. There's not much more to say about it, really.
He went out early and came back with breakfast, which was very sweet.
We spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch giggling at terrible movies. I made a massive roast for lunch (incidentally if anyone wants some roast lamb I have a ton of it) and afterwards we all lay about stuffed like sausages and napping in front of The Italian Job, except for Murphs who managed to curl up into a tiny ball and then trod on my face trying to get past.
Jenny called. She's shifted in with Whatshername while they sort everything out. I gave Mike a bit of a hug, but he wanted to go home. Something about furniture. I called him later in the evening and asked him if he wanted company, but he said no. His voice sounded all weird and thick. It was horrible.
I'm going to see him today with some baking. We should have a movie night next week, I'm thinking. What do you reckon?
PS: He honestly doesn't hate you.
He went out early and came back with breakfast, which was very sweet.
We spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch giggling at terrible movies. I made a massive roast for lunch (incidentally if anyone wants some roast lamb I have a ton of it) and afterwards we all lay about stuffed like sausages and napping in front of The Italian Job, except for Murphs who managed to curl up into a tiny ball and then trod on my face trying to get past.
Jenny called. She's shifted in with Whatshername while they sort everything out. I gave Mike a bit of a hug, but he wanted to go home. Something about furniture. I called him later in the evening and asked him if he wanted company, but he said no. His voice sounded all weird and thick. It was horrible.
I'm going to see him today with some baking. We should have a movie night next week, I'm thinking. What do you reckon?
PS: He honestly doesn't hate you.