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I'm going for a walk tonight with Jenny. I love our walks. We've only been a couple of times, but I always feel better after them - not really for the exercise, though I suppose that is good for me.

It's amazing how much better you feel after a good chat. I'm not really in need of a vent at the minute, but it's still nice to talk. To communicate. I think that's what we're made for. Relationships, friendships, to share love.

It was Valentine's this weekend and I truly felt love. In the run up to the day people were asking what I was doing and I said, "nothing really." When I was single I wanted nothing more than to be in a relationship and make a big deal of it, but now I'm in a relationship I don't need to. It's a big deal every day. In some ways it's just the norm every day. It's strange.

Anyway, Paul made me a card for the day. It said -
I don't do Valentine's day. Is it okay if I just love you everyday instead?

I almost cried. I guess I knew he was romantic. He's very thoughtful and loving and knows me incredibly well. We connect. I didn't expect this though. I thought he wouldn't give me a card- he made me a delicious dinner and we had said it would just be a romantic evening like we could have any other day of the year. The card made all the difference though. He says it was nothing, but to me it's a thing to cherish.

I don't need a card to know that he loves me everyday of course. But it is nice to read it and feel very special and to have renewed faith in the male of the species. I was concerned that I was in a terrible cycle of picking the wrong man! I think I may have got it right. The card was definitely better than flowers or jewellery or any other present I could have gotten from him. Except maybe spending more time with him.

Paul the latte boy

This is a poem about my boyfriend based on "Taylor the latte boy" which I love sung by Kristin Chenoweth.(You can get to the video on youtube by clicking the link from the title of this post). I wrote it simply to make him smile.

There's a boy who drinks at Starbucks
Who is very addicted,
He is very addicted, he’s in there every day.

He goes in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "The usual"
When he smiles and says, "The usual"
He gives his card to pay.

But today at 8:11
His Starbucks card needs topped up
His £100 card needs topped up
He tries not to swear.

So today at 8:11 when they gave him back his card.
He put his hand in pocket
And pulled out all that was there
He sorted through his change and picked out the correct amount...

He’s in there so often he really should get a permanent discount.

Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.

After picking up his latte
He leaves and goes to work
And he works and works and works
He does this every day
It’s not long before he needs a fix
Hazelnut latte, without delay

He heads off to find a Starbucks, he knows where every one is
He’s been in each many times, for his grande latte need
He goes in and makes his order, this time he makes it skinny
He grows a little impatient; this place isn’t up to speed
He’s glad when it is ready and makes his way to Gloria
He takes a sip of latte, and sinks into a state of euphoria.

Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.

I used to be the kind of girl who'd never drink a coffee,
But finally a voice whispered "That buzz can be yours, if you try it with some hazelnut, or toffee."

Paul the latte addict
It’s a habit he’ll never kick,
Oh Paul the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, love him.

So many years my tastebuds waited,
Who’d have thought I’d love drinks so caffeinated?
Paul, the latte addict,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.