George was back!

oh … my … lord

What can I say – this was one of the nicest, and one of the worst, weekends of my entire life. George returned from a great trip in the Red Centre, for her final weekend in Melbourne – I picked her up from the airport (with flowers, of course!), and had arranged a wonderfully romantic meal on Melbourne’s restaurant tramcar for the following day, we visited Ramsey Street (hey Neil, we found it!) on Saturday, and generally had one of those perfect weekends.

Then it finished.

With her leaving for Sydney on the bus, and a horribly teary farewell at the bus station.

I made it home OK, and then fell apart (sorry Mum, for cutting our conversation short), and spent a miserable evening trying to think of anything but George. Which didn’t work. Which still doesn’t work.

But at least we had a fantastic time together in Melbourne – three months of being together every day, with hardly a squabble, and some gloriously fun experiences meant that we parted, if unhappily, on good terms. Our ‘connection’ seemed so good, and our compatibility just right, that I am amazed we ever met and got together. You were right, George, and I truly appreciate the coincidences of everything coming together like they did.

Over the next few days I think I will work on a ‘best of…’, just to keep the memories fresh (we agreed not to write to each other about this, George, but you never mentioned this site)!

Damn, I am going to miss you.