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Under my umbrella ella ella

Bouncing to the sounds of Rihanna through the kitchen this morning with little L on my arm, I realised that this was ‘our’ song. We had only started dating when I boarded a plane to go to Stockholm to see the man who should become the love of my life. Big M picked me up from the airport and the song was playing on the radio whilst we drove past little red Swedish huts and lots and lots of Swedish countryside.

Thank you, Big M, for being my man. And thank you for letting me go to Munich this weekend. On my own. I am going to miss the little Knutschkugel and the big one, too. You can always stand under my umbrella ella ella!


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