OK, I'm going to admit it: I've changed. Massively. Maybe not to what you said, or in the way you said I would - but I have.

Lay on the grass earlier today with Lauren Who is Not on Twitter; head down and thinking about life, it all suddenly fell into place.

My phone reassuringly buzzed with your messages, and rang with your voice: I lay basking in the sun. Almost perfectly still. The first time.

Through my mind, less frantic than normal, the thoughts flow like a river in the sun... what if this, what if that...

Around me, others lie in their own little version of bliss and I talk rubbish to Lauren, who talks it back - or listens with a friendly disinterest trademarked for those who just do - as the words float off into the distance. Transient in their cruicallity. We meander off into the woods and find a quiet spot, part in the shade and part not. It's as if we're not there.

The pervert with the camera creeps in the trees, but the buzzing continues, as I smile into the distance and send you a picture so it's as if you were there too.

"So you can get anywhere if you can get to Old Steine!"

"Yer, I guess you can.

"So why do we spend such a fucking lot of time there?"

But after all of it, I just end up smiling and wondering about what dog it will be.

(This blog was a shameless attempt by me to write like Lee. Read his blog and he might write more.)