Crumbs! you neglect your blog for a few months and come back to find they've changed everything! I feel like a newbie again, having to work out what all the buttons do/mean.

My last day at my old job was spent shredding. I was shredding like an ENRON employee during an audit (except I wasn't shredding anything important - at least I HOPE not). Most of my excess paperwork contains national insurance numbers and birth dates so it has to be shredded and boy does it feel good to take large chunks of your accumulated paperwork and watch it being eaten up and turned into confetti. I think that was the best day at work I've ever had.
 

Much of the rest I boxed up and sent to other people. Releasing that responsibility was almost as good as the shredding.  

Afterwards, despite the bad weather and it being a Tuesday, people showed up for my leaving drinkies and  

new job starts Monday and I'm really not nervous (at least not yet). I'm in the mood for a change. I'm looking forward to the freshness. I can't wait to get cracking.

How does he put up with it? How does he put up with ME?

Last night, it was nearing half past nine and after we'd washed up and put the kitchen back in order, he suggested we go to bed early and read for a bit. We have no telly, see.

What an early night this typically involves is me sitting in bed, watching him get undressed and making appreciative comments about his legs/buttocks/dimples or just wear a naughty grin, because this show is my nightly treat. I've watched him take his clothes off and walk naked around the room before climbing into bed next to me almost every single night for the past two years and I never, ever get tired of it. Sometimes he gets into bed first and watches me take mine off, but mostly I am already down to my undies by the time he gets to the bedroom (and I make sure to take my time to get out of those undies if I'm wearing something particularly eye-catching that day. It's rare that I'm not coordinating) so I get into bed first and can sit back and enjoy the show.

After he gets into bed, he think it's time to read so he'll grab his book. I typically have other ideas (no, not that - or at least not necessarily and certainly not all the time). I don't feel like reading. Instead, I like to amuse myself by finding all the hidden nooks and crannies of his I don't usually have access to. A favourite is the crease where the buttocks meet the thigh. Or the thigh itself. Or underarms. He puts up with it in silence until it gets too ticklish. Throwing his book down, he'll ask "haven't you got a book to read?" and it's only then I realise that I'm actually being incredibly annoying to him. He's been reading the same sentence for the past 5 minutes because Ive been tickling areas of his body that even HE has never seen. He's good natured about it but every so often he does turn to me and laugh.

So last night, after having been admonished twice, I resolved to let him be. He's not a toy and I can't go touching him willy-nilly as it, er, were just because I find having his naked body right next to my naked body too much of a temptation. I resolved. I made a personal pact. I vowed to allow him his personal space.

I lasted about 7 minutes.