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Thursday, December 18, 2003

A new era....

WARNING: This post contains slush. If you are feeling slightly nauseous, do not attempt to read...

It's the last day of term at the Big Fella's school. After he's despatched the kids, had a Christmas lunch with the staff (with all that that entails) and gone home to his bachelor pad (as it will be for the last time), he will finish packing his suitcase. He'll get on a train (well, two trains actually - or maybe a train, a bus and a train, who knows what delights "Network Rail" could have in store for him?) and arrive at Southampton Central station some time this evening. Witho will be waiting just beyond the ticket barriers by Platform 4, quivering slightly, probably wearing her silly pink trainers and brandishing her "cat" bag.


For today is the first day of a new régime. A régime where being apart will become the exception rather than the rule. A régime where Witho and the Big Fella can wake up at each other's side every day and thank their lucky stars that they found each other.

Okay, so we've got the madness which is Christmas to contend with first, but once the tinsel has been put away for another year, and the Turkey carcass stripped of its last strand of flesh, Witho and the Big Fella can start to be "normal". Happiness can be spread across the whole week, not just concentrated into the oh-so-short but oh-so-eagerly-awaited weekends. The tear-ridden Sunday night farewells will become a thing of the past, as will the train station reunions, the nightly 2 hour phone calls, the gaping void on "that" side of the bed...

Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you...


Destiny - Zero 7


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