Zoë Bowyer

My man is sick and grouchy – poor thing has a sore throat and is making me want to growl at him. It is hard to think romantic, kind thoughts when you wish your partner would go away and leave you alone for a while. And suddenly six years seems like such a very long time to be with any one person, yes, I know it is but a mere blink of an eye in the whole scheme of things.

Six years. Six great years. Fact is that I love him to bits – even though he is poorly and super-grouchy. I love him even though he is a dive addict and is abandoning me on Friday to go to the Red Sea to spend a week diving. (Okay, I’ll be bogging off to visit my sister for a few days – so I won’t be spending a whole week eating beans on toast for tea).

I’ll miss him.