I am away for Christmas...

I find it best to go away at holiday times- though he misses me.
Easier to be in another country surrounded by family myself (not that I don't love solitude in my own home) but it is better he is not distracted by me being round the corner. He can then be really there with his family with no exit route so easy to take.

And I am happy . I enjoy missing him. I hold that feeling in my heart. Knowing that somewhere he is loving me, yet safely in the centre of his family, and he knows I am loving him. It isn't important to be physically present with a person you love. It's a nice bonus, but I am happy with knowing he is out there.


My platonic other has found a not so platonic other. I am happy for him. He needs something more than my friendship to keep him warm. Was touched that he came to farmers market after the first night they spent together.... because he promised me he would be there. But I sent him back to bed armed with a fiver to buy croissants and coffee for his new love, and told him not to be so silly. Still it was a nice gesture. He is going to be a good friend, I can tell.

the only present I can give....

.... was to buy him lunch. Nothing else that can be traced to me.

Still that is what I took on, with my eyes open.

Have not been able to concentrate on novel this week. Too much Christmas stuff to sort out. But its all done now and
hopefully I can relax about that and spend some time before we go away writing the most difficult scene in the
book. I think that is why I am dreading returning to it, still I am half way through that and still hoping to be on course for
finishing first draft in March. Only one more client till I go, so pretty relaxed till then.

...and again... another sign of love in the world

Now this is what I call a damn fine dancing jacket......like Cinderella's slipper I am looking for just the right man to wear it.

Being Greedy again.....

I have my life in two halves. Lover (married and unavailable except weekdays and lunchtimes only). And my platonic other, good dancer, available weekends and evenings. And life is sweeeetttt except that now it appears he may have found a match on match.com. I am being selfish of course. He needs a proper mate and hopefully she will not interfere with our friendship and our dancing... but who am I kidding. She is hardly likely to jump for joy when I turn up Sunday morning for my philosophical chat with croissants...is she?.....