A Parting Gesture

I'm never going to be one of those girls who throws herself into a love affair and declares "This is IT!". I'm always going to be more about the slowly, slowly, softly, softly approach. Sometimes it worries me that this cautious way of being means that I haven't met the right person - maybe if that's the case, I'd meet The One, and throw caution to the wind.

I don't think that's it though. Once I read some piece in a magazine where the person being interviewed said the biggest realisation in their life had been knowing that they'd never be more than 80% sure about anything. I think that's me. So, while there's no doubt that I love RH, and that he's my best friend, and that I can't imagine a future without him in my life, there's been no rush for things to move forward in terms of living together, engagment or the like.

But. Last month I took, for me, a huge step. I had a set of keys cut for the Cat House for RH. I know, you throw-caution-to-the-wind types are laughing at me, but for me, it was significant. It was, I admit, partly driven by the fact RS who has my other spare keys is travelling a lot, but still.

Until yesterday, RH's keys have only been used while I've been in the house. If he's nipped out for milk or something. Yesterday, he had to get up early to catch a train for a football match/day's drinking. I stayed in bed. And when he went to let himself out and lock the door, we discovered his key for the interior door didn't work. I had to get up, and this made me very grumpy indeed.

I'm really hoping that he just couldn't operate the complicated five lever lock on the door, and that this isn't a bad omen.

A Parting Gesture - The Bluetones