Jamie has been my best friend this summer (other than dear 'owd Han, of course). I never thought I'd have such a good friendship with a boy before. But Jamie's great and I love him, in this semi-worryingly motherly-type way... With his family being so far away, I am rather enjoying nagging at him... but in the friendliest way, of course...(All of that rhymed. How odd)
Plus, I get to meet his new boyfriend next week, so I get to pass judgement. Which is always good and fun.
And, oh my god, I had the best 'phone-time' with B last night. Is it possible to explode from being so sexually-frustrated? I think so.