You’re right, of course. This is very possibly my most does-what-it-says-on-the-tin post title to date. What can I say? I’m a wee bit tired. So while I attempt to muster some narrative energy, take a look at this:
So, 1 December was our 8th anniversary – 8 years since we went on our first date to what was then a charmingly weird Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park (and which has since become, as we discovered on our 5th anniversary to our distinct dismay, a ghoulish game of Santa-related sardines), got lost in the rain and ended up in a romantic clinch at a bus stop.
We are very good about anniversaries in this house but we are very good without overdoing it, which I like. OK, so we did treat ourselves to an afternoon tea at
Bertram’s Brown’s, later rolling back home stuffed to the brim with deliciousness. And we exchanged cards. Oh yes, and I made this for Mark: