Some of you may remember, I became the sole sponsor for D to stay in Singapore last month.

The events following that occasion haven't made the summer blockbuster that Ric had thought it might be but I suppose there has been some inneresting stuff that's happened since then.

The most "interesting" episode, I guess, was when D and I were having drinks with a couple of mutual friends one night (These drinking sessions don't happen often, just FYI). In any case, we all lost track of time, got a bit plastered and stayed out later than we'd intended.

After which D insisted, not for the first time, on sending me to my doorstep to make sure I got home safe (aww..). I had a massive headache and didn't argue much with the decision. We got a cab and Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' was playing on the radio. I said "Hey, it's my favourite song!"

It isn't.

I don't know why I said that; especially when no one was expecting me and my tipsy brain to make any conversation. But D replied "I don't know the song very well but it's a song I wanna hear while holding your hand."

Okay. Just... okay.

So he held my hand, even though we were sitting on either side of the taxi.

But two minutes later I had my head on his shoulder and his cheek in my hair, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the nicest feeling in the world.