But, let's face it, they all seem pretty endless at the moment, which is what comes of getting up at dawn and writing until after midnight. Tonight, however, will see me prising myself away from my bleak and bitter hero to drink champagne with my far more well-adjusted husband.
This outrageous midweek hedonism is in celebration of the anniversary of the day we met-- on midsummer night sixteen years ago at some awful black-tie ball on the very last night of our three years at university. Amazing to think that freedom, independence.... and the chance to share a girly flat, read romantic novels until 3 in the morning and spend all my money on nail varnish were all a mere twelve hours away. I blame the influence of Presents for the fact that I just could not resist a man in a dinner jacket.