lipstuck

grow really fucking fed up.

long-distance relationships are just so tedious. the phone makes you tired of your own voice, tired of her voice and tired of language altogether.

but we're better now, helped by four days in a beautiful european location, long balcony overlooking famous river, great wine, truffle oil on everything, and stupidly good sex, which can either paper over a problem or render the problem so microscopic that you can just put up with it, because everything else seems so fantastic. and the latter is definitely what happened.

she has a FEROCIOUS temper though - she argues like a very clever 14 year old girl. we actually fought in the airport. we're not supposed to fight in airports! we don't have kids, we're not on the way back from a package holiday, our non-existent kids aren't punching each other. no-one has sun-stroke, no-one has lost anything. why are we fighting - loudly - in an airport?!

the flip-side of that temper is that she bites. hard. in a good way...