chuffed, and bruised

i've been very covert, casually mentioning his name in here for a while now, and in the case that i wasn't as covert as i thought i was, you've kept your suspicions to yourself.

the sad fact of the matter is, i lell in fuv. only, it's not really sad. a rather dangerous passtime, yes, little eating or sleeping going on, some study, but probably not enough, even got exercise yesterday.

hence the bruised. now that i've explained the chuffed, i'll explain the bruised. fortunately, this time, being chuffed is not the direct precursor to getting my heart bruised. only my butt. mountain biking excursion yesterday: first track, i almost came off, managed to stop, and so did my bike, when the seat rammed me. i'm sure it's a colourful bruise - but at such an angle that i haven't actually seen it.

unfortunatey also got asthma while biking, so lovely luuk gave up careening crazily into the trees and rode back on the road with me. then took me to QEII to warm up in the spa... mmm. he eventually regained feeling in his feet, so we left for some lunch.

watched chocolat and read Maurice Gee's The Fat Man all afternoon, then had fantastic roast pork and multitude of veges, care of Mike, the inhouse chef at Luuk's flat. Everyone love's mike. And for damn good reason. there was even crackling!

anyway, the bruise won't last, but it looks like being chuffed might stick around. which is fine by me :)
he's pretty much wonderful, kind and generous and i have my suspicions that this whole ordeal is a dream, the kind you don't want to wake up from. totally impractical of course but somethings are more important...