Ian came over tonight, even though he hasn’t returned to work yet. Not sure how he escaped from home. Didn’t ask. He works at the airport, and I can never work out what he does there, but I think it’s something to do with planes. He told me tonight he’d like me to meet him at his work one day so he could show me around and so that afterwards I could kiss him behind the hangars. I’m not sure if he was joking or not.
Anyway, we had a peachy night. Little Ian was back with a vengeance, and we seem to have settled back into our routine. He told me that to make it last longer he thinks about John Worsfold. I told him that works for me too.
Of course, he had to leave at about ten, leaving me wide-awake and writing this. I’m going to have a Baileys and watch some VEEP.