Fishy fingers

It's so good to see my baby again, just wonderful to be back in his arms; I just love to be loved, to feel loved, to be kissed, cuddled and held tightly in my baby's arms - I've missed him so much. We were apart Monday and Tuesday with me working late shifts again and there's a common theme emerging when we're apart - I don't sleep well at all when I'm in bed on my own. I don't know why because I've always been a real good sleeper but lately I have noticed it when I'm alone, I can go to bed feeling tired but it takes me a long while to finally fall asleep. When we're together, there's not a problem, I don't know, maybe the bed is more inviting with my baby in it? I don't mean that sexually either, but the bed just feels so much more warm and inviting from my baby's body heat - he's seriously hot stuff; and I love the lack of space when he's in bed next to me, when there's not as much room to stretch out and toss and turn. I love feeling his body close to mine - brushing against each other, our legs intertwined or best of all when he cuddles me so close into him; I can't help but feel so safe and protected, it puts me immediately at ease. Besides I miss my goodnight kisses, I miss those so much, there's so much comfort to be found in a kiss goodnight.............

As you may have noticed I didn't post last night, with working late by the time I'd sorted myself out - got showered, changed and had something to eat the night had gone; I just couldn't find the time. But I did find the time to talk to my baby, we talked for ages on the telephone again, and once again it was about everything and nothing; or truth be told it was a conversation of sweet nothings, gosh how I love our late night telephone conversations when we we're apart and during such times I do tend to become so much more of a hopeless romantic, way more than usual. I mean we said nothing different than if we'd have been together it's just that we only had each other in voices connected by a telephone signal - in my mind it does just paint it as desperately romantic and I guess it influences my mind. Whatever, my baby said last night and has just reconfirmed it now - he said it was beautiful and he loves to listen to me speak without fear from the heart, I'm at my most beautiful then. Oh gosh that's so sweet babes, it's brought a tear to my eye, oh man just give me a minute, that really has hit home.........

I almost cried this morning at work, I was sat having a morning coffee with girlfriend and Gill; and I honestly can't recall what we were talking about - it was still early, but I guess some part of it must have concerned my baby because I said out loud, I love my baby. It was just an outburst of affection for him that came straight from the heart and as I said it I could feel my eyes filling up, it was nothing but the undiluted truth. My baby got offered a job yesterday by my Regional Manager too, it was indirect, but an offer of employment all the same. He came to visit site and whilst we were talking in the office he noticed the photo of my baby on the wall and asked who he was. I told him it was my boyfriend and he asked if he wanted a job with us, I texted my baby after he'd gone to ask him and at first he thought that I was winding him up, when it eventually sank in that it was the truth my baby thought about it for five seconds and then declined the offer. I don't blame him, he's better off where he is, he's treated better, paid better and he loves his job and is very good at it - he makes me very proud, honestly he really does make me proud. To see him all dressed up ready for work - so cute, so handsome and so confident; he not only looks the part but he walks it too and it always strikes me as some kind of contradiction because I look upon him as something so beautiful, fragile and loving. It's not a contradiction at all, it's just the subtle differences between work mode and boyfriend mode, I know him intimately as my boyfriend and the way my baby takes such loving care of me - I can't equate that to anything outside of our relationship. Whatever, he looks so hot when he's dressed for work and I know I've said it before but I'll say it again, I've absolutely no idea why my baby isn't hit on all the time whilst in and around Manchester; he's the best looking guy there, 100% drop dead gorgeous eye candy! Not that I complain about this, far from it boys and girls; and my baby's telling me I'm too kind with my appraisal of him but it's the other way around babes - it's an understatement. It's everybody else's loss and my gain anyway, I appreciate beauty is in the eye of the beholder but still, Manchester must be blind! My baby says it doesn't matter anyway, we've got each other and that's all that really matters; you can be anyone at all personally but when you're together with that special someone nothing else matters. That's nothing but pure poetry, that's beautiful, why does it take me a thousand words to convey what you say in a sentence babes?

Anyway we had an awesome tea tonight, stupidly awesome and it was Dave's fault. I was speaking to Dave yesterday and he told me he was having a kiddies tea that night, it kind of threw me some, a kiddies tea? Like fish fingers, chips and beans - that's a kiddies tea; oh my gosh it hit me straight away, what a top tea; we've not had a tea like that in the longest of times, in fact since my baby and I have been together I don't think we've had such a tea like that. We have now, I was so looking forward to it, ever since my conversation about it yesterday I've been so looking forward to it. I talked to my baby about it last night when we spoke and he was the same, what a top idea; my baby texted me again today about it and a crazy level of excitement surrounded the whole thing. It was so bad my baby texted to tell me not to start tea until he got home so he could help because he wanted to be a part of it; no joke! Not that I minded, despite it being one of the easiest meals in the World to cook, I didn't mind the help; in fact I love it when we cook together in the kitchen. It's just such fun and it's another thing I find so romantic; tonight we had riotous fun - laughing, joking, kissing and cuddling as we went. If the cooking was the fun element then the sitting down to eat was the indulgent element; it was ridiculously tasty - I mean stupidly so, it was so good that it didn't make sense. We eat out in half decent restaurants quite a lot together, we can both cook reasonably well (excuse us we've been in bits here over a typo, absolute hysterics, I misspelt cook as cock - we can both cock reasonably well! I didn't notice it, it was my baby that burst out laughing and he made it much worse by his comments - he said he's got a reasonably good sized cock and I take cock reasonably well; not only that but the reason I didn't notice the typo is because I've got cock on the brain. I replied by saying I hope I physically have cock on the brain soon, the rest was just childish laughter) and we've both got seriously good appetites so why does fish fingers, chips and beans rock our World? The answer - fish fingers and beans in between two slices of bread and butter, it's the food of the gods, enough said!