Paper

It's been one year. And to celebrate S and I had a romantic virus, using tissues for the paper anniversary. We had to turn down invites to another wedding anniversary, and lie in bed. Feeling poorly, rather than any other more sordid actions.
The wedding was lovely, the S buggering off for 6 months wasn't, so in practice we've been here in the same house for 6 months. And we're still talking!
As I type that, I have headphones on listening to Deerhunter, and S is watching some dire crud on Channel 4 with ugly twats attempting to cook. but it's a peaceful, if mucousy, evening.

smoochies to S!

me.