disco

He's on his way home, he's on his way home! California has finally relinquished it's claim on my loverman and he is as we speak flying over the Atlantic to be in our bed again.

Unfortunately, I won't be in it. My RM called me this morning telling me I was needed in Stafford this week. So, as his plane touches down, I'll be getting on a train in the opposite direction. Literally, we're going to miss each other by hours. I won't see him until Sunday, Saturday night at the earliest. Boooo.

I really do love my new job, and the traveling is only temporary, but this is a harsh blow. I really need to see him. I was so sick last week (I had a severe stomach bug and was vomiting uncontrollably for 9 hours straight, I got so dehydrated I had to be rushed into hospital in an ambulance and put on a drip overnight - in Watford of all places)

I just want a cuddle.

And I spent 4 days solid tidying the house for when he got home (anyone who knows me will know how CRAZY untidy I am...think of that, spread over a 3 bedroom house) and I know it'll mean a lot because the only thing we ever argue about is the mess...and now I'm not even going to get to see his face when he sees what I did. Seriously. I bought new bed linen, flowers, wooden...stuff, things that plug into the wall and smell nice...the whole nine yards.

I'd better get some AMAZING sex when I get home!