York.

Phoned Clairey early this morning to say goodbye. I needed my  Claire Time. I did wake her up. She told me last night that she loved me. That was the secret she’d been keeping from me. Somehow we nearly ended up having an argument over it. Not sure how but fortunately we didn’t. Sometimes we get our wires crossed.

It felt strange though. I wasn’t sure what to say, how to take it. I couldn’t lie and reciprocate the feeling. I really do like her but I can’t say I ‘love’ her yet.

Heathrow Airport

Headed off at 1.30. I was watching the football. The train ride was full of texts to Claire. I’m going to miss her while I’m gone. Kind of weird.

Spending far too much time here. The plane was late. There’s a bunch of noisy rugby types around, drinking and shouting. The flight from Manchester was uneventful. I was sat next to a rather good looking lass though.

Woke up Claire again with texts. It’s PCT time for her so it's no wonder I keep irritating her.

In the air

Sat on a plane to Melbourne. Lots of people. We’re in the bit between economy and business class. There’s basically a bit more leg room and we get served before the people in the cattle trucks.

There’s a really irritating woman in front of me. Her seats going back and forward far too much and she keeps getting up. I’m trying to watch the tv and the screen keeps shaking. There’s a little girl next to me. She’s slept for most of the flight and after I dozed off I woke up with her cuddling my arm.

Watched Master and Commander while eating a Thai Chicken curry. Spent so much of the flight watching movies. Sleep was hard to come by. I’m excited, nervous and thinking about Claire a lot.

Got up a few times to wander up and down the aisle. It’s good to keep moving and stop any chance of DVT.

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