Realised I'd not answered one thing worth putting into words. Love, I know my family's utterly foreign to you in too so many ways. But they are rather fond of you. You're just nothing like they expected.

Temp has been teasing that they thought for years I'd fall in love with a telescope. I love telescopes, but they are decidedly uncomfortable to cuddle in bed. (I've tried.) Nor do they have a number of your other virtues.

And I'm not certain of a lot in the world, really, but I'm absolutely clear they'll be there, if I we need. Odd, how marrying you made that more sure and solid.

I kept looking at my NEWTs tonight, and thinking. How is it fair to ask them to live with things we wouldn't want for our own children?

Coming down to bed, now. And you.