Iona
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Today marks three months since I moved in with Uncle. We've felt natural with each other right from the start and it just keeps getting better. We are more of a couple - to such an extent that we not only finish each other's sentences but sometimes we speak in unison or even start each other's sentences! On Thursday we went to the cinema together for the first time (the new James Bond movie Skyfall) and then had a meal at our favourite restaurant. There are a few things that, once in a while,

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Uncle and I often marvel that we have found each other, that all the elements were right on the day we met at that party last September and how what we feel has changed us both. It has made Uncle happier and less tense and brought out a romantic side that he didn't know he had. The greatness of his love for me has brought me a happiness that I never thought I'd know, it's given me strength when I needed it most and revealed a deeply submissive side of my personality that I didn't think was there.

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Uncle Jim and I have been committed to each other for a long time now - for many months and in some ways it feels as if we have always been together. Each weekend we've spent together has been more special than the last. This past weekend will always be one of the most special we have ever spent together. Always.

I had a bad dose of flu which I'm still getting over so Uncle arranged to have last Friday off so he could meet me in London and today so he could take me back. If I'd been

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Uncle and I can't be together today for my birthday but we spent a weekend together earlier this month. Uncle gave me presents and a card with a letter in it none of which were to be opened until today. Last night at midnight Uncle had me open the card and read it to him. It's a lovely heartfelt card as I knew it would be. Then he had me read his letter over the phone. The paragraph which is the best birthday present I could ever hope to receive reads as follows

"(My real name),

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Those of you who have been following my blogs will know that last year I rescued a tiny white mouse that had been rejected. It survived despite being so small I didn't think I'd be able to rear it. I initially called it Alba but when it grew up it became obvious that it was a male so I changed its name to Albus.

On Thursday 2nd February I came home in time to see him stagger across the cage and stumble into the water pot. I got him out of the cage and held him and stroked him. I was

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