We're very much the stay-home-and-watch-telly couple.

We went out for dinner and some drinks and to see his managing director play in a blues cover band.

It was so funny I almost wet myself. There were these Norweigan business men there all wearing the same thing, roll neck cotton tops with sports jackets over the top, acting like it was the best band they'd ever seen. One got up and stole the mic.

I guess you had to be there.

We were standing at the bar and one point, and G was telling me about his day, as normal and I all of a sudden felt this rush to the heart.

I looked around and realised that G was the best looking, most charming man in the room, possibly the world- and he's my doting boyfriend.

and I thought to myself- how the fuck did I manage that?

I move in, I move out, I put on x amount of kilos, lose them, I decide to go home, I chuck a hissy fit when I dont get what I want and I never wear matching undies & bras or socks.

and he puts up with me, infact he enjoys it.

So either the guy is some kinda masochist

or Im not so bad after all.

I love this man, and I thought that maybe I should say something about it, but I missed my moment.

Then we went home and watched "Secret life" on cable, and I babbled incoherently about how great its going to be when we get home- until we fell asleep.