Ahhh...

Ach, I'm not alone in loving Fridays, I know..

It's the end of a long week (for most of us), but coming home to 'my girls' - Pippa and Emmie - is a true delight.

Tonight Pippa cooked-up a chicken-based Moroccan dish (I wish I could recall its name). I don't know much about Moroccan cuisine, but prior to our life together, Pip had quite a passionate relationship with Marakesh. [*with* not *in* I might add.] She does something similar with lamb - which I prefer, btw. We spent the evening downstairs in the dining room talking, 'dumping' and exorcising the week that was. Just being together.

Before that, Emmie and I ran on the Green. Well, Emmie ran and I threw sticks. Such a happy, well adjusted and devoted dog.

At this late-ish hour with the low, soothing sound of early- mid Pink Floyd (Atom Heart Mother) as aural company in this rickety old house - our very happy home - with Emmie asleep behind my desk on 'the cow' and Pip asleep upstairs, I am truly at peace and I know what it means to love and be loved.

To think this simple domestic scenario was nigh-on impossible for me to conceive of a year ago is alien now. We have all come so far in only a year. For us to be together now and for the rest of our lives is such a blissful and comforting thought. I adore them with all my heart and am so committed to making them happy in every way I can - Pippa more of course ;-)