Coping

Our romantic last night together didn't exactly go to plan- we spent a few hour boxing up Andy's office and transfering some of it to mine. It means when I visit him I'll probably have a suitcase full of scientific papers and slightly odd ornaments, but he didn't have time to ship everything. We finally left at about 730, only 2 and a half hours after we planned, so its fairly normal for us. We intended to go ove to hythe and take a walk, have a pizza and maybe go to a nice pub there for a pint or two. We went there when we were very first dating, and spent a few hours shivering on a bench on the water front; I had come prepared this time; I brought gloves :). We bought our tickets from the machine, and waited forlornly as the ferry departure time came and went. I rechecked the timetable- we had failed to notice that the late ferry only ran thurs-sunday. We left and I was feeling quite sniffly- I had envisioned a plesently romatic evening by the sea.. We got that in a way, eating pizza and sitting in Mayflower park, overlooking the docks, as Andy chatted to his mum on the phone. She has invited me to stay at there's , which is very sweet but it would seem a bit weird without Andy.

I went to the bus station with Andy yesterday to see him off. It was horrible as you would expect. I left very upset, and had a rndom white van passenger checking I was ok. We had a nice but brief chat until the traffic lights changed. After 20 mins sitting in a bus stop while I calmed down, I decided to give work a miss (again) and went home to catch up on some reading and sleep. Andy called and texted a few times. Quite late on I got a text, which suprised me as I knew his mbile wouldn't work in America- he was actually in manchester after a 'small' fire forced his plane to land shortly after take off. I would have been a nervous wreck; he was characteristically calm. It meant we got to chat a it more, so at least something good came of it :).

I was feeling kindof lost and bewildered, but I'm coping alright for now. I know the next year is going to be really hard, but I think its worth it. We want to be together, and I guess a year isn't that much out of the ret of our lives.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: I'm now oficially crazy, but the new doctor I saw isn't a complete arse like the last one, so I'm happy.

I've spet a while today trying to get Andy's computer working for me (I still hadn't got around to gettin my own, and its not like he needs it now). I'm having a wierd problem that I can't click on the box in blogger to write my post, so this could be the last one I write for a while :(... and its 730, I'm still in work, and still loads to do before the comp is set up- I want it done so I can actually do work rather than faff on monday.