buntymouse

Ode To Buntymouse

I watched Bunty for a long time before I got the courage to speak to him. [now that sounds a bit creepy, doesn’t it!?]. I was drawn to his intellect, his wit and his charm but yet.. maybe a little intimidated. Eventually I worked up the courage to talk to him, and felt like a complete arse for waiting so long.

After we became best of friends, I confessed this to him, a bit embarrassed by it, and he just laughed and called me “Silly.”

Since then, he has become a constant in my life. One of the few people whom I can just completely be myself with; silly, completely mad, insufferably gloomy.

He listens, he encourages, he cheers me up and he tells me off when I need it. Which is often! He does little [and big!] things for me “just because.” And no matter where I am, he always remembers to tell me Goodnight.

He shares my passion for adventure and we spend hours every day making crazy plans involving aeroplanes, motorbikes [with sidecars], rank bobbery, suitcases and flying jackets [don’t forget the goggles!].

We both like to spend time in a treehouse sipping tea [or good beer] trying to figure out what Life and Love is all about. Then when we are too tired and overwhelmed with the craziness of it all, we both give a resounding “Bleh!” and giggle.

Bunty is an amazing photographer, writer/poet and top-notch wooer. He can make you feel like you are the most special, prettiest girl in the world – and you actually believe him.

Bunty and I made a pact once. When all else fails, we are going to run away and have an olive farm/vineyard. By the sea. I’m looking forward to that day. Just me, Bunty and lots of tea. And possibly spaghetti.

My life is simply richer just for having Bunty in it. This is one that I am not going to let get away.