Six *WARNING SMUSHINESS*

Six minutes ago my beloved left for work. Leaving me alone to a busy Saturday of cleaning, shopping and carnival attending (alone). Six minutes into the cleaning etc. I decided that some time was needed to write a blog.

Six months ago my beloved and I moved in together. Six months, and I haven't polished my shoes once. I know this because we haven't bought any shoe polish yet. Six months, and my beloved hasn't moved in properly. Sure, the house is full to the brim of hi stuff, but the basement is full of boxes of his stuff also. Six months of friday night take-away's, free furniture, a bed that bounces a ridiculous amount when anyone sneezes and of dvd's, books, nagging and smushieness.

Six years ago, the first kiss. Six years of long distances, single beds, wooden roses, x-files, dr who, house, newts, tea, pasta and love. Six years me and my beloved have been together and tonight, I have suggested that he take me out for dinner. (and he listened!)

Hwyl a sbrii