‘… but too much Champagne is just right.’ If you know who said that without using a search engine or any other kind of reference material such as, dare I suggest it, a book – and without jumping to the end of this post, excitedly alert as you will undoubtedly be to the possibility of the solution indicated by the strategically-positioned asterisk – then you get a million squillion points.
Speaking of clues, here’s one about a recent creation of mine:
If you’ve been reading my posts in the last few months, few and far between as they’ve been, you should be able to guess this one.
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:
If you can guess what this is from this picture, you get a squillion points (unless you already know because I’ve told you all about it before!).