It’s a beautiful day (and apologies for the truly dreadful video, just don't look!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bjRAi1XEDw&feature=PlayList&p=9084C9ED4AA67BF9&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=6

A whole new day and one that brings Eco Warrior to my home, my arms and my bed.

I shall hold him again. I shall kiss him, stroke him, be utterly consumed by him and drink in his scent enough to tide me over until our next, oh so short, opportunity.

We will kiss and caress, we will talk with an ease that continues to astound me some 9 months down the line – cynic that I am. We will eat dinner and cuddle on the sofa like teenagers. We will enjoy the comfortable silence and manic giggles of watching one of my tragic B movies. We will entice each other throughout.

Our time together will be short but as wonderfully fulfilling as it ever is.

Some 9 months down the line, I feel able to write about him with the comfort, love and gentle understanding that he brings with every touch, every look – with every moment that we are together.

The cynic and protector within seems to be mellowing. And the answer to my friend S would be, yes, I do believe it is.