Just got home from work - the weather was so incredibly beautiful I felt I just had to take a long detour on the way home, just to get the chance to cross a bridge. Wonderful!

What was even more wonderful was what awaited when I got home. My darling, my love, my other half - my gorgeous roommate Emilia (or Boba, Porr-Puh, Natascha. Use whichever one you prefer.), has supercleaned the whole apartment!! It looks like when we just moved in, in september, only better!

Emilia, I am lost for words. Love you! (And am definetely coming to sip cocktails with you later!)

The reason I felt I had to cross a bridge,

gorgeous or gorgeous?