Weekender

I had a blissful weekend.

Not because of the fabulous pasta and atmosphere in the Cellar Bar (Londoners: think Amato moving round the corner into Bar Italia) or the fun time at Spleen or the visit to the Traders' Bar (great idea - the price of each drink fluctuates throughout the evening depending on how many people are buying it - sadly, a bit rubbish otherwise).

Not because of the shopping trip where we both bought a pair of Converse (in different colours) and the same jumper (in different colours) [how sad are we!], or the night eating ice-cream in front of 'A Perfect Murder'.

Not because of the afternoon in 'historic' Williamstown (a row of vaguely old buildings sandwiched in between a couple of tower blocks) looking out at the industrial bay view.

But because of the uninterrupted Quality Time I got to spend with Steven through it all.