I've missed my boy since I've been away.
And to be honest I think it's the cuddles I miss the most. Which is a really strange thing to miss.
Because there's no logic behind missing having one arm securely around another person...
While other gets contorted into a pretzel-shaped piece of origami and you wake up with carpel tunnel.
Although I suppose I shouldn't really talk about logic.
My Maccas order is a large Double Quarter-Pounder meal with an extra Cheeseburger, Oreo McFlurry with extra bits of shit in it and a Diet Coke.