Blair (who looks better than he did when I last kissed him goodbye in 2000) has crashed out in the guest room, Mick's in our bed, I'm still in shock.
By which I mean the good, I-just-won-something-on-Ellen shock, minus the screaming.
I really didn't think I'd ever see Blair again.
And as I hoped/figured, he and Mick get along like they've known each other for years (mutual amusement in my supposed foibles possibly helps).
In any case, haven't been happier in yonks.
Struggling to find a sufficiently exuberant musical accompaniment...
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