His name and this entry posted with permission.

It’s a good thing I’m not the sensitive type and took it personally. We were having a bit of a cuddle afterwards and I could feel his body relax and the snoring was *ahem* unmistakable.

When I gently chastised Michael for falling asleep on me, twice, guess what he said? “I wasn’t asleep, I was thinking heavily”. Luckily for him I found that funny.

I did feel slightly guilty when he told me that he’d been up since 3.30 this morning making the trek down to London from Newcastle to see his team Liverpool play West Ham at Upton Park. They won 3-0 so it must’ve been a good day and worth the early morning. He’s now making his way slowly back to Newcastle.

Thanks for squeezing me into your day today and thank you for the fudge. Have a safe trip back home.