Our first date was February 5th, 1994, sixteen years ago today! We went to a little Italian restaurant off the High Street in Guildford, which has since closed. Paul got us a table for two in a quiet corner with candles. I ate all my pizza, he pushed his pasta around the plate, and six months later he proposed. We’re going out to celebrate tonight at a great restaurant. The picture below is from our 12th anniversary trip to Las Vegas, taken at the Grand Canyon. I love the desert.
And now the weekly digest of tweets:
- What if I don’t like ANY of the cell phones? If I can press 5 buttons at once, I don’t want the phone!
- Kakapo shags cameraman, gets New Zealand Government job as “spokesbird for conservation”, article
- Fed up with bias in the BBC News, retreating to the UK Torygraph, I mean TELEGRAPH, to get the other side.
- Much less cranky when I start the day with green tea than with coffee. Should experiment with a hot chocolate start.