At least that's what it felt like. Ed arrives safe and sound from QT, NZ. We embrace, I feel his heart beating against mine. It's been a long time, but with good friends you know that it will always be easy to pick up where you left off. He's the same Ed, but as the day wears on, he seems distant. Slighter, the sparkle in his Robbie-Williams eyes has dimmed. I can tell he misses his adopted home and orphan friends. The girl he left behind. He shows me pictures of his leaving party, speaks affectionately about aspects of his life there, and tells me about the tears he shed as he fully realised the implications of his decision to leave.
Ahem. I thought a Mills & Boon style might be appropriate there. Perhaps it was. Apart from the hearts beating part. Artistic License.
It was Elizabeth / Libby / Libs / my sister's birthday on the 11th. We went out to a sushi-fusion-noodle place called The Eatery. And then had ice-cream cake from Dairy Queen. Very north America.
More later. We have to 'do' stuff now, apparently. So much for my holiday. I've got to spend it 'doing' stuff. Lame.
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