Today is a special day for us. We have been living together for two years today. We went on holiday to see Claz and Gaz in Melton Mowbray and when we came home, David came here and never went back to his own house. If only we could sell the bl*!?y thing - it's become something of a millstone.

Last night he had to go there to meet a man who bought his bus and when he came home he said that he just couldn't wait to be back here with me. I can't believe my life has turned out like this - I still wait for my bubble to burst each day!

So tonight we celebrate - a scrummy home-made supper made with home grown produce and a bottle of wine, all eaten on the sofa with the dogs - whatever could be better?

Someone once left a note on my PBASE diary telling me I obviously drink too much because many of my entries are about alcohol(?) - the picture the person chose to make this observation on was one of a glass of tonic water, coloured with green food colouring to make it look like a cocktail - it had no alcohol in at all. Interestingly the coward who wrote the message signed themself as 'a friend' - they didn't even have the guts to say who they were. Funnily enough, I always thought that friends didn't hide behind pseudonyms.