Last night I drove my car back down to London, picking Gaz up on the way. He's currently still here in my house but we aren't together anymore.

It was amicable - he took it well - but a lot more painful than I thought it would be. I guess I really did care about him, even though there's no doubt in my mind it was the right decision.

I'll write about my lovely week off for Easter another time. It's not really fitting here!

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