Four weeks left until Mark comes home. Four whole weeks and the countdown has, against my better judgement, officially started. And oh boy, it's going to be the longest four weeks of my life so far.
Life with Alby usually flies by. During the countdown to R&R a combination
of me convincing myself we had longer to go than we really did plus me trying
my best not to think about it too much meant that time ticked away at a very
nice pace. This time round there’s no
trickery to be had and it is amazing to me how long a day can be.
It’s not as though the coming weeks will be quiet. The weekend after next sees up hopping back
onto the M1 for yet another trip down south.
But even with a crazy agenda seven months is too long to be apart and
the cracks are starting to show.
In summary – I miss
this face...
A lot.
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