Three years ago today, I met an amazing man. (Actually, the whole truth is that three years and one week ago today I met an amazing man, and three years ago today we spent our first day together). I'm not sure I can enunciate clearly enough just how much better my life is with him in it, but it's lots. 

So, <lj user="teflon2000">, thank you for another lovely year, and here's to very many more.  xx 

Riley just brought me in a mouse, a really big dead one. These are usually teflon2000's problem since, despite being pretty much the antithesis of Great Big Girl, I can't deal with them at all. I heard him jingling away and went to see what trouble he was getting into, and there he was ON MY BED with this fuck-off great mouse.

Ring mum. Not home. Ring teflon2000's parents. No answer. Shit shit shit. Don welly boots, rubber gloves and dustpan. Feel like enormous spazzy.

After about 15 minutes of this, he puts it in the bedroom rubbish bin. Ah-ha thinks me. Crisis over. Then he starts to try to remove it through the side. After a little bit of throwing the whole rubbish bin around the room with the mouse still attached, he took it into the ensuite. Now I can't brush my teeth, but at least it's out of the way, and teflon2000's penalty for laughing hysterically at me when I called to ask his advice is to deal with it when he gets home.

Riley's slinking around the place alternating between trying to find his shiny thing, and making big kitten eyes at me. He's in trouble for at least another ten minutes yet, I reckon.