Well, as I mentioned in my last entry today - well, yesterday now given that it’s after midnight, marked two years of Lorna and I being together. We spent the evening several hundred miles apart. Did I mind? No, not really.
For one, she didn’t really have much choice but to be in Bristol. I can’t go into details, because it’s not really fair on her family for me to spill their private affairs all over the web, but suffice it to say that there is a situation that needs sorting and she has gone to make sure it gets sorted. The timing was out of her hands.
For another, well, this has been our life for those two years. Between my Dad’s illness and death and the on-going problems affecting Lorna’s family, we’ve had far less time for each other than we might have liked. Yet, despite that, we’ve always been there for each other, tried to have as much fun and we can and generally held back from hissy fits and drama queen moments when things have been rough. I’ve had relationships fragment under much lesser pressure than this. Let’s hope that we’ve proved the strength of what we’ve got in the last year, and that we get more chances to enjoy it in the year ahead.
Celebrations will commence in full on Thursday. I can’t wait.