anniversary

Current work: still in vacanza…

DH and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary yesterday – and it’s also roughly the 25th anniversary of our first date. Back then, I was a student, working for an agricultural merchant during the day and in the local pub three nights a week (summer holidays job). I think I might’ve been a bit of a shock to his system. Especially as I’d told him I wasn’t very booky. (Yep, he believed me. He had only just met me, mind). Two days later, when he realised that my room was completely lined with bookcases, I had to come clean. To his credit, though, he’s never tried to contain my book habit. And he was the first person outside my mum, bestest aunt and uncle, and best friend to believe that I’d make it as a writer.

Eighteen years ago, it was blazingly hot. I remember smiling so much that my face hurt. And it was definitely one of my best decisions :o) Happy anniversary, DH.