Everything's less awkward with three

Now, without Island Girl to make it at least seem like there's a crowd of us (safety in numbers), the countless awkward situations we keep getting ourselves in are just going to seem worse.

The apartment seemed strangely empty last night. (Someone, I won't name names, wanted me to keep the light on in my room in case she got lonely in the middle of the night in the Special Bed and wanted to talk). And I couldn't even enjoy sprawling out in bed in the star position with no one stealing the blankets. Finally I had to steal my own blankets just so that I could get some sleep.

I'm guessing our girl is battling to get through Customs right now. Good thing you left that mate behind, lovey. There's just no way you would've been able to explain it to our zealous Aduanes officials!