Welcome to our house

I cycled through the crisp morning, smiling at the thought of the hot breakfast and loving arms I knew were waiting for me.

I'd slept through my alarm. She had raised me from my slumber with a text detailing the imminence of the morning meal time and the necessity for my immediate departure, should I expect any heat to be retained in the dish that was waiting on the table.

Upon arriving at her house, I dismounted my velocipede. As soon as I was through the door, she serenaded me with a gorgeous rendition of You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift while I tucked into the (thankfully still warm) plate of glazed ham and apple with mustard.

I have to be honest. I teared up almost immediately.

You want to know how life is at the moment?

It's good. Pretty darn good.