And breathe...

Phew.

It's over.

Three long weeks of dreaming about tracking and waking up in the middle of the night with caption ideas and spending all day highly strung to the point of vibration in fear of having missed a font screw-up or an errant full stop (I thought it was a toast crumb).

Three weeks of trying to come up with a 100 different ways to say 'serves great cocktails', of fighting with designers to actually read our edit notes and of generally making sure eight magazines make it to print on time and as pretty damn close to perfect as is humanly possible.

And what better way to celebrate the end of all that than with Le Boyfriend, who flew down on Thursday.

Apart from a little sunburn and the actual circumstances of his visit (to go to a friend's father's funeral), the weekend was lovely, thanks for asking.