Just the two of us

It's 6.00am when the alarm went off. I don't really like mornings. Yesterday was different though. It is easy to get motivated when l know that l am going to be able to spent quality time with my man. Yum Yum. Nobody to invade our little world. Hours and hours of magical time together. All be it in a truck ! It's a very big truck. It's always shinny and clean. He loves his truck. His world on wheels. His space.

I was ready to go by 6.30am. Everything packed ready to go. There was no rush so you would have to ask why l go a spending fine on my way to Melbourne. I was daydreaming. I get so excited about spending time with him. When the policeman pulled me over all l could do was smile. It was so stupid to be speeding. I came back to reality real quick with a $215 fine and loss of three points. The silly thing was that the policeman really didn't seem to want to give me the fine. I told him l was daydreaming. He told me to be careful getting back into my car because of the idiots flying pass us exceeding the speed limit more than l had been. Really what else can you do other than realize that it was this mans job to raise revenue. There was no way l was going to let anything wreck my day.

Continuing on my way l arrived in Melbourne and hour and a half before he was ready to leave. He'd driven down from Sydney over night and they had taken a bit longer than expected to load him for Adelaide. I decided to grab a cuppa and read the paper. Normally l'm a pretty easy to please lady but the girl at the Mac Cafe stand was just dumb. No other way to explain her. I asked for a "Tall Cup of Tea". The choice of cup size being short , standard or tall. The girl says to me that she is sorry they do not make tall tea. Hmmm..... I'm thinking what is so complicated about getting a big cup and adding water. She puts a short, dirty cup on a saucer with a pot of tea onto the tray. I'm starting to get really frustrated and tell her that the cup is dirty and asked if it could be replaced by a bigger, clean cup. Nope she can not do that because that is the biggest cup. Hmmm....I pointed to the pile of cups on top of her coffee machine. Spicey little bitch says to me that they are mugs not cups. What is one to do ? I had asked for the biggest cup of tea l could purchase and ended up with the smallest. It was one of those days when everything just seemed a little strange in my world. Really she was just plain dumb. No other words for it, except for rude too !

Finally he arrives. His checky grin appearing opposite me. Cap on his head. Unshaved. I can tell he has wasted no time trying to get to me. Hmmm...his scruffy look is very sexy, very manly. He says that he'd like a coffee so l go to tackle the girl behind the counter again. This time l thought l'd ask for a mug of tea and a pot of water. Silly to think that would make sense to this girl. I felt like jumping behind the counter and doing it myself. Eventually, after talking her through the order step by step (these were little steps) l got our drinks and headed back to the table. He wants to rest and watch a bit of TV before we leave because he has not had much sleep. My mind can not think of anything nicer than being wrapped in his arms, laying on the bunk, watching a bit of TV, chatting about his morning and my speeding fine. It is always wise to confess these things while wrapped in his arms. The time goes so quickly when we are together. Time to get going.

He drives. I chat. He drives. I chat. He drives and finally the truck comes to rest. Thankfully just in time for me to watch the last hour of the cricket and the news while he catches an hour of shuteye. I massage his head to ensure that he rests peacefully while l watch Australia win the forth test. Truck drivers never stop for long. They recharge their batteries and then they are on the road again. The phone rings and there is a change of plans. We are no longer going straight through to Adelaide. A changeover truck will meet us in Nihl and we need to be back in Melbourne in the morning to re-load. Intially l thought that the change of plans was just going to wreck our time together but it actually worked to our favour.

We were early enough to be able to park the truck and walk back into Nihl for a counter meal. I do not know what was more enjoyable the walk into town, the beautiful meal that we got at the local pub, the slow walk back to the truck watching the sunset, the pink sky that turned into the most enchanting evening or just being with him, walking arm in arm. Yum Yum. There are no words to explain my love for this man. Time is endless with him but it goes so fast. The changeover truck arrives and it is time to head back to Melbourne. My escape with him shortened but etched in my heart forever....