Apart from the link between Miss Germany and myself. The connection is huge. For those who don't know about Miss Germany, read the blog from the beginning, and also as a recap, if you can't be bothered to do that, she is my long time love from way back now - yet we cannot be together.
Life paths and all that.
The great thing is that she is coming to my house. Across sea and stuff.
She asked if He-who-cannot-be-named was going to be there but I told her no.
I am so excited but nervous at the same time.
I want to sleep with her. Obviously. The sex is great. The togetherness is wonderful. The 'we' and 'us' is sublime.
But the bloody kids. What do I do with them then?