Can it really be five years since a smiley 40 something bloke turned up to make up the numbers at a French hockey your, and fell into the clutches of a keen single girl?
Well, it's our five year anniversary of meeting, so when Saturday night rolls round in the Le Touquet Sports Bar, we may have to temporarily interrupt the crazed dancing on the red banquettes to squeeze in a quick commemorative snog on the dance floor.
Depends how many of our team drink, the charmingly named VAG (vodka and grapefruit) have been had by then, I guess.
So, tried to get a decent nights sleep in prep for Le T, not known for its long nights of uninterrupted kip, but was foiled by a natty quartet of the boys downstairs making espresso martinis (they may be late 40s but still think they're 25), our bedroom being like a boiling sweat box even at 3 am, me having my annual cold cough cum hay fever and topped off by mojo puking twice in the dark, just in case i had actually managed to drop off. And so far I've only found one pile of cat vom, right under the middle of the bed, charmingly edging gently into one of H's sailing boots. Where the hell is pile 2???
Still, at least I finally have new iPad, up and running. Sorry for the break in posts, that's what happens when you break your beloved tech, boo boo. Went for the lurid lime cover for the new iPad, might be easier to spot it pre-dropping, crushing or general busting next time. Here's hoping…. X