Brighton Rocks

Had a fantabulous weekend away with my beloved. Walked on the beach, played in arcades, drank lots of wine, fought lots of crime... Neither of us wanted to come home.

So fantastic are the effects of the weekend, that He phoned me at work a little while ago (He has today off too, lazy toad!) and told me He had had a long telephone conversation with MIL, in the course of which He told her about our plans to move to Scotland, and about the fact that we don't want kids now, and may never. Two things that a week ago He would rather have walked over burning coals than told her. So hurrah! It went down like a dose of SARS of course, but at least it's done.

In other news, got into the office to find an email from Scarfee saying her three year relationship was over because he 'needed his space'. If it were me, I wouldn't mind him stamping on my heart so much as I would mind that he couldn't even find an original line to do it with. But that's just me.

15 weeks til the summer holiday, hurrah! 15 weeks til I have to wear a bikini, doooooooom!