We had dinner at Andaluz in the city yesterday.
Don’t worry, I am not turning this into a food blog.
I’m on holidays at the moment, and I’ve been tidying up around the house. Cleaning things. So much grease, dust, grime. Chucking stuff out. Holey, worn out, broken. Reorganising.
I checked one of my old back up drives yesterday and was very happy to find all the old emails M first wrote me, including the email that actually started our relationship. That’s right, folks, we do not have love letters – our communications are all digital. Luckily, I have saved them. In text format. And I backed them up again yesterday.
The emails confirmed that we have actually been together fifteen years already. (For some reason we both thought the anniversary was this year.) So we had to celebrate. Hence, dinner.
I’m blogging this so we have a record.
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