OKAY I am still alive and kicking, though I spend most of my free time sleeping. Sorry bout that, Moony luv. You know how much overtime I've been putting in.
I've been out in the field every day save one since my last post. Oh yes, once they've decided you're ready, they really throw you into it. Had five near brushes with death in the last week. Am not pleased, not pleased at all. And most of the time I get back to the office shaken up from said close encounter and then Moody takes me to task for not doing better! Honestly! There's only so much a bloke can focus on at one time!
Moony is in a right state because of all of this. When I get home he pampers me, fusses over me, curses Moody, the Death Eaters and everything else that he can possibly think of (up to and including my mother, Fate, bunnies and the state of today's youth). Then he drags me to bed and latches on to me so tightly sometimes I fear I won't be able to breathe.
I love him, and I hate to put him through all this. I don't know what I'm going to do...
Current Mood:
worriedCurrent Music: "Queen Bitch" David Bowie