Well for the next four days it will be via e-mail, text and phone calls that Reidski and I communicate, rat stories and all. He came to see me last night. I hestitate to write about when I see him because it would all be pretty repetitive stuff about what a great time we had, but the truth is we always have such a good time together. I have never got on with anyone as easily as I get on with him.
I KNEW I really liked him because of what he wrote on his blog, but there are many others who I read and who I know I really like. There was just something different about the way he made me feel. I remember when the bombs went off on July 7th last year instantly being afraid for him. I had a vague idea that he worked in the Kings Cross area, but although I have many friends in London he was the first person who came into my head, and at that point I had never met him. I would also fret a bit if he didn't blog for a while. I would wonder if I dared to e-mail him and ask him if he was OK, but I didn't as he would turn up again before I had plucked up the courage with some comment about having been too idle to blog.
Anyway, last December I wrote about having had two trips down to London and he made a comment to say he wasn't speaking to me anymore because I had been to London twice but hadn't been to see him. So I was very brave and e-mailed him to say 'Next time'. And that was how I came to sustain the worst hangover of my entire life. But he was well worth it.
But to get to the point of all this reflection. I never used to feel lonely before I met him. Now I won't be with him again until Tuesday I feel really quite horribly alone.
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