Robin and I sorted our little tiff out - I acted like a mature adult (a first for me in an argument) and he talked to me and said he wasn't feeling well. Turned out he had an upper respiratory tract infection and was feeling really rough.
Mind you he did realize that I'm not a mind reader and it helps to tell me if he is feeling ill, as I've not known him long enough to be able to read the signs.
Still a quick trip to the Drs and some tablets later he was feeling much better. So much so that he took the girls out on Friday to the National Railway Museum in York so I could get on with some work.
The upshot of which was that the girls (And Robin) had a whale of a time and I finished making calls five minutes before they all came bouncing through the door.
Saturday we went to look at two houses that were for sale; one was "the house doctor" meets "the Stepford wives" really nice but soulless, bland and characterless.
The other one was to die for, Lovely old weavers cottage, 6 bedrooms on three floors, light airy, lovely garden with loads of potential..... Just one down side ..... at the moment its beyond our price range. Give it 6 months and it would be a different picture, but at the moment its not going to happen. I seriously doubt though that the house will still be on the market in 6 days time never mind 6 months.
Still some things are meant to be and for now its obviously not meant to be... Perhaps there is something better down the road for us.
I realized yesterday that with the time Robin has been here (while he's not been working and the time I'd known him before that), we've had the equivalent of 6 months together (if we'd only been seeing each other at weekends). It kind of explained a lot when I worked it out, as it feels like we have been together a lot longer than we have, more settled and permanent.
Robin went to start his new job yesterday - its down south, so he traveled down to a b&b yesterday to be fresh for this morning. There were tears all round as he left, more here
after he had gone and I'm fairly certain there were a few in the car as he was driving. The girls and I are missing him like mad. I keep telling them he will be back at the weekend but that might just as well be next year to them at the moment.
I spoke to him tonight, which was good, but hard. He felt so far away on the phone and all I wanted to do was hold him and be held in his arms. I didn't say too much about how much I was missing him as I got the feeling that it wouldn't help him much being stuck in a room by himself.
I'm sure that we will all settle into the routine of things and this 6 months will pass really quickly - at least I hope it will and if I keep telling myself it, hopefully I will start to believe it too.
Still there is one good thing to him being away - I get the bed to myself and I can snore to my hearts content without being elbowed and I don't get woken by his snoring. So there is some good!
I'm off to bed now to think of him and possibly write him a
note or two while the girls aren't about and I can think straight.
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