Day 120

Some kind of hiatus today as an injured back keeps me off work. It's the recurrence of an old injury and it has been niggling away since Monday. Normally anti-inflamatories like ibuprofen will get rid of it but they seem to be doing nothing.

Goth Girl and I get some bad news today, as our proposed reception venue comes in at a price even Elton John would baulk at paying. More interestingly, a friend of ours, Showgirl, works out what is going on from an only slightly unguarded comment. She is the first person to raise the (comparatively) short time that Goth Girl and I have been together. We are both glad that she does, because it is something that we are very aware of. The thing is, not once has either of us thought that this is anything other than the right thing to do. We are exceedingly happy together and we both know that we are perfect for one another.

At some point during the day we realised that we had not told the only two of my friends that Goth Girl has met, the Rhinos. We send them an email, secure in the knowledge that they at least cannot comment on how long we've been dating - they got engaged after just 40 days.