The month of May was marked by a magical trip to a place I'd forgotten for seven years but which I am very grateful to reconnect with: Margaret River.
It was a week-long celebration of both our birthdays, my 27th and his 38th (hah!), with languid lunches at the wineries, sticky afternoon ice creams in the park and jolly good fish and chips at our favourite chippy.
I've not been the same again since I've returned.
More and more, the desire to work in one's underwear fills my thoughts not every day now, but every moment.
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