Here is the latest student graduate blog.

Phoebe Inglis-Holmes is an honours year multimedia journalism student, aspiring radio presenter, music festival obsessive and green tea connoisseur.

This week my partner came back from six weeks touring all over the UK and Ireland with his band.

They stopped at home halfway through the tour for a few days in which we wined and dined to the extreme.

We dressed up every day, pretended to be tourists in our own city, exploring, playing and celebrating one another’s company, something we so regularly take for granted.

Then he scooted off again to throw guitars and the emotions of young fans around and I was in our home, eagerly anticipating his proper return. And yet when it happened, I was scared - scared that it might feel disappointing for him.

Why? When you’re playing in a band to big crowds of screaming girls every night, to come home and need to run up to Aldi to do your food shopping after a tiring day at work seems ineffably dull.

Meals out and adventures soften the blow but the honeymoon period can’t last forever. Would he still find the sight of me in my pink bunny pyjamas sweet or would the sex, drugs and sausage rolls lifestyle appeal more?

And how would I cope with him coming home after over a month of re-adjusting my life to doing everything alone, when everything used to be done in a double act?

Whilst he was away, I visited a friend’s house and was keeping these worries at bay by playing her at an old school, arcade-style fighting game on her PlayStation.

She beat me beyond belief which sparked my competitive side and inspired me to come home and download it for myself. When my partner came home and we’d swapped stories and giggles, I suggested we stick on the game and quickly discovered that no fancy excursions to mark his return still meant that everything was going to be A-OK.

We started with some tag-team matches, in which we worked together to beat the computerised opponent. The chat that came with it - you dive left, I’ll reach in from above - made our teamwork skills reunite, especially when we complimented each other’s moves  when every button-bash succeeded in us winning.

Soon we were good enough at working as a team that we made the risky move of playing against each other, and I found whilst we were breaking out the kung fu moves that we were suddenly discussing the difficulties of our time apart and fears - letting the concerns and yes, little bits of aggression, out in a controlled environment. And it felt good.

I’m not saying replace all face to face quality time with video games. I’m not saying go out and buy a console instead of taking yourself down to couples counselling, if that’s what you need.

But I am saying that there’s been no clashes or spats; instead, we’ve smoothly re-entered our habits of duetting Frozen in the shower and stealing one another's food without judgement. So stuff the wine - sometimes a good game might just sort you out.