he's home at last and all mine. And appears to have missed me every bit as much as I missed him. Aaaw. Having been separated and missed each other's company during the small things (cleaning our teeth together, eating meals together, doing the grocery shopping together and other minor things that are actually nauseatingly special between us) I find myself unable to get enough of him. The scent of his skin, the smell of his breath, the curve of his neck, the sound of his laugh. When will these things become boring?!

His return is great but he also seems to have brought with him a plague of mosquitoes. They must have followed him home. The nuisance that they are is why I was woken at 4am and treated to the sight of the Sous Chef, completely naked, jumping up and down swatting anything that looked vaguely insect-shaped. Seeing a naked man jumping up and down to hit things on the ceiling is much undervalued comedy.

Anyway, as a guide to our mosquito probelm, I've got 24 mosquito bites, all over me. In the shower they start to itch like crazy. However, after the bloodbath as a result of the Sous Chef's great hunting prowess, I should be left alone. Perhaps we should have the more intact exemplars stuffed and mounted.