k. dropped by this evening for a cup of tea and a chat prior to heading up north (again, Bjorn) for a couple of months. Originally she'd been going to come over to sew a dress but she changed her mind.
Frankly, my inner bachelor was pretty pleased about that. The sewing had him worried. It felt like a threat to his masculinity, all that talk of darts and tucks.
I don't know how he's going to cope with the imminent third-time-this-weekend viewing of Bridget Jones's Diary. Maybe he'll just focus on the technical details and think about how happy it's making me.
The things we do for love!