And then my heart with pleasure fills,/ And dances with the daffodils.

Ok, so after only a few not-so-subtle hints, let me refer you, my reader, to my lovely boyfriend's blog:
  

"Stuck with it now".




Love goggles off, it is a really good blog and I will be referencing it heaps. We also expect to write interacting blogs/ stories from our own perspectives (thereby telling a slightly different version of the same story!) 


I will also add, both for my readers and for my boyfriend, a few words not of my mind:

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

William Wordsworth