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The beauty about living in a place like Bahrain is that when you wake up one morning, without having washed your face the night before, with a hankering for Froot Loops only to find there is no milk in the fridge, you can easily call the little corner shop next door, quote your grandfather's name and have them deliver 200ml of milk for about 100 fils. And it will be at your doorstep within about 45 seconds of you hanging up.

So as I sit here shovelling Froot Loops in my mouth, my heart swelling with temporary infatuation with this country, I try to come up with something philosophical and profound to reflect how I feel. But all I do is stare in the distance, vacantly, chewing Froot Loops, with smudged eyeliner on my face, wearing my brother's old t-shirt.

I tell Adonis about the lifestyle here and he takes to it like a fish to water. Luxury becomes him. He wears it well and is the kind of man who likes, loves, being spoilt. I lure him here with promises of maids and chauffeurs and grandma's cooking delivered to our house every day and swimming pools and heat.

But for now I head on back to Londinium to see him. This whole trip was a grand success. My family loves Adonis and he loves them back. I love everyone in return. Love is all around me. My heart overflows.

As for the future, well who the fuck knows? It could be here, there, in between or all the way out. As long as I have Adonis by my side, I'm set for life.