As you may have seen already I have just got back home from a week away with ET. This time we travelled away, out of our comfort zone and stayed in a totally new area to us both and we had a wonderful few days staying in a historic area.

What can I tell you about our romantic get away? Hmm, that is was romantic should go without saying but the intimacy of travelling together was far greater than I might have imagined before hand.

The joy of walking hand in hand together, being able to pause whenever we wished for a moment, choosing where to visit, where and what to eat... Being able to share each other's space without upset or angst is a wonderful thing.

That's not to say when we didn't each have moments of annoyance or frustration, sometimes even with each other, but we weathered them all. I know that the romance of a short holiday together is far removed from the reality of daily living but I am hopeful that when the time comes we'll make it work.

Saying goodbye was so very difficult. It always is but this time the tears fell unchecked for quite some time. The customs & border control officers must see tear streaked, snotty nosed travellers often but somehow manage to maintain their empathy whilst remaining professional, so thank you for not yelling at me for forgetting to remove my shoes this time!

My flight back was long and tiring. The seats nearest to me were occupied by families with very young babies who were totally unimpressed at flying so I got very little sleep despite it being a red eye. At least my journey back from the airport was quick, though the tube line cancellations meant a small detour, but I was home before midday.

Last night was grim. The frustration of jet lag coupled with the absence of ET from my side meant a long, restless night and so today it's hard to be cheerful and perky, but I am trying to hold onto the wonderful memories of the last week.

And to focus on just how much I love him...