I Would Walk 500 Miles

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

The Princess's mini-side-trip to Paraparaumu continued today with... what..?

"I don't care. I really don't. I'm just happy to chill."

We told the Princess that she is the easiest guest ever. 

"Well, I'm not even actually staying with you. So. Tch. Yeah." She agreed.

I met her for breakfast this morning and we had a political discussion over eggs benedict* then the Princess revealed her plan to me.

"Let's walk to the beach," she smiled. 

"But. What. Why. That's. At least THIRTY MINUTES AWAY." 

I said, trying not to squeal.

It turned out it was actually 45 minutes. But the Princess is used to walking MurphyDog and gets "itchy" if she doesn't get her exercise too. So fine. 

FINE THEN.

I walked ALL THE WAY to the beach with her AND got sunburnt. I didn't realise how strong the sun was. I mean. It was overcast. And I have only lived here five years for eff's sake Symon. 

However when we got to the beach we got coffee and cake and I let the Princess pay because she made me walk. Then Caro sensibly drove down and we chatted happily for a while. And then the Princess made us WALK MORE along the beach. 

Despite the lack of sun, it was actually pretty nice outside in terms of temperature. The Princess took a picture of me and Caro which I shall include as an extra.  

Now, as I explained, the reason Princess is not actually staying at ours is that she is SUPER-ALLERGIC to kitties and there might just be a little bit of cat hair floating around at ours.

(Which is a bit like saying there might just be a little bit of water in the ocean).

But the Princess took some antihistamine and braved our place to check it out. She seemed to like our little house even though it is still in mid-renovate. And she played "Skip-Bo" with us. This is a card game that Caro became obsessed with while in Melbourne and not something disgusting for god's sake get your mind out of the gutter.

So that is the subject of today's blip.

We separated for a short while and then reunited to go to a Mexican restaurant. Caro and the Princess talked over tacos and I really just listened. 

It didn't matter that this was the first time in 5 years I'd seen the Princess. It didn't matter that this is a person I've grown to love just because of who she is and what she's meant to me. I didn't need to speak. 

"I love you and you love Caro so I knew I'd love Caro," the Princess explained to me later. 

I knew what she meant. And I could see it. It was almost like they were the old friends meeting again after many years. And I was happy being an observer. I love them both and it made my heart happy to be with them as they talked about life, challenges, changes and How Useless Men Are**.

And THEN, Cinderella-like Caro jumped as she realised the time. 

"Oh F**K!" she said, in a most un-Cinders fashion. "I'm not allowed to drive after ten o'clock!!" 

It's true. New drivers are on a "restricted" licence, meaning they can only drive within certain hours.

We hurriedly paid the bill, ran to the Cazza-Mobile and drove VERY CAREFULLY to the motor lodge where the Princess is staying. 

I gave her a very big hug goodbye. I needed to make it count. This is going to be the last one for a while. 

But it's ok. I got to spend two precious days with one of my very favourite people. Even an hour would have been enough.

That's enough time to walk to the beach, after all.

S.

* Our detailed analysis of the current economic situation in the UK revealed that all Tories are, in fact, c****s. 

** We so totally are.