As I wrote here, not long ago, I worry sometimes that, as I can’t describe it, I’m not sure I know what love is. But I was just pratting about at my desk when Lyn rolled in, just to see what I was up to. Today she is in a soft wooly jumper, and her hair smells of conditioner. We had our cuddle, as we often do, and in that moment, squeezing her body feeling the softness of her top, I found myself wondering how I could be so lucky that one of the most wonderful people on earth loves me so much. I have no idea what love is, but it really does feel good.