Jim was busy arranging our summer holiday, a surprise destination. A 12 hour flight he said, 12 hours! We were definitely going somewhere hot.
As I packed I could almost feel the soft beach beneath my toes, this was going to be bliss. Even at the airport he wouldn’t tell me where we were going, it didn’t matter I loved him more each day and trusted him implicitly.
A couple of short hours later I was fuming, so angry I could have beat the living daylights out of him. Alaska, fucking Alaska! ‘Well you know how long I have wanted to see the Northern Lights Shelia, Alaska is the best place to see them’.
As I looked up into the beautiful colourful sky to watch the amazing auroras I realised it didn’t matter where we were as long as I had his arm to snuggle into I was in heaven.