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Oh gosh what a day boys and girls and I don't use that statement positively, not that anything bad happened but still it wasn't exactly ideal. It was just one of those days where I couldn't escape the office or my desk, one of those days where the whole World and his dog wanted everything from me at the same time and as a result one of those days where I couldn't find any time or space. It's the time and space that does me every time, I mean I appreciate the fact that by the very nature of work it can be busy and get hectic at times, and I can live with that - that's where I really earn my money. But I do need time and space, if I don't I feel restricted and weighted down, and I abhor feeling restricted - it upsets me; I'm a free-spirited guy in many respects, if nothing else it's one the traits of being an Aquarian and for me that trait is so true. But I'm not that much of a free-spirit..............

Come late afternoon I felt exhausted, not from my workload but from the restrictiveness of the day, I couldn't even think straight (no pun intended boys and girls!) and my mind was just messed up. Truth be told it dragged me down some and it did upset me; and I got to thinking why do the bad days always come around when my baby and I are apart? That's right my baby and I apart tonight for the first time in a long while, late finishes boy and girls, late finishes! Not that I complain, I mean when all's said and done my baby and I are very fortunate because we see each other so often, we almost live together these days; besides my baby needs to go check on his flat occasionally and make sure it's still standing. He needs to see his friends too, particularly Rach, my baby misses Rach when they've been apart for a while which is more than understandable - they're the best of friends. It fills my heart with love, when my baby and Rach get together after spending any length of time apart the next time Rach phones me she always says my baby can't stop talking about what we've been up to together since the last time they saw each other. Despite the fact they speak or text every other day or so, and I speak to Rach at least once a week, so she knows what we've been up to anyway; my baby gives her a full run down in person. I just think it's such a beautiful trait my baby possesses, it's so twee and just lovely, seriously lovely; as I said it fills my heart with a love so warm - my baby is such a sweetheart xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So I got to thinking why do such bad days strike when my baby and I are apart? But do they? I mean perhaps it's the fact that when I know I'll be going home to my baby then such bad days don't feel that bad at all. Because I know come the end of it I'll see my baby's smile and eyes, feel his warmth and touch and have his caring love - it's a major reason to forget all the worries and smile. Tonight I didn't have that luxury, not in person anyway but my baby was only a phone call away; and that's where I've been for the past forty odd minutes - talking to my baby. Gosh he's cheered me up so much, not that I really went on about nor complained over my bad day, I kept the drama queen touch firmly aside. I just talked and talked, it's all I needed - a friendly and understanding ear, an outlet, a place where I could just talk without hesitation or without even thinking. And to hear my baby's voice, even if we can't be together, it helps so much, it's such a comfort; it closes down the distance that parts us and puts me at ease. My baby on the other hand had enjoyed a mighty fine day and he shared the highlights with me; and I could feel the sunshine in his voice, it comes through all the time and it's a joyous experience. It's like I can see the tales he's telling in my mind, he brings everything to life and it shines so brightly and so vividly - my baby often says I do that with this blog and through my poetry, and he says it's a gift. I don't doubt him for one second but he does the exact same thing just through speaking and talking, through his descriptions of the day and thats more than a gift. My baby he's much more than a gift..............

Towards the end of our conversation my baby began giggling to himself, straight out of the blue he just started off giggling. When I asked him what was up he told me he just thought it was so funny - through the first few months after we became boyfriends he was always encouraging me not to bottle stuff up inside and to phone him whenever I needed to get something out of my mind. Occasionally I still do fall foul of myself but my baby knows me so well now that he just steps in and interrupts the process when he sees the signs. He said all the effort he initially put in hadn't gone to waste - admittedly I was very hard work; and it just made him so happy to know that there I was phoning him up to talk to him even when I'd had a difficult day. He wasn't laughing at me, he was laughing at how far we'd come; after we hung up I found myself smiling again, I'm not that much of a free sprit, we've come very far...........