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the first week of November... This time last year, etc...

As you will notice from perusal of some of my other posts I'm prone to more than a little nostalgia at the best of times, so I'm veritably hyper-ventilating this week as not one but two significant milestones pass....

This time last year, I was bedding down for my last night of being munched by bugs in my old house share, prior to moving in with J to our first place. Hard to believe we've been in our wee shoebox for a full 12 months, and even harder to believe there have not been any major disagreements in that time - I'm far from the least irritating of characters and have a deserved reputation for being a grumpy bastard before 10am. But here we are, and here we will stay for the foreseeable future - we flirted with the idea of finding a bigger place during the summer but we're comfy here and too lazy to move again.

Possibly more important is the second important - that of the 3 years that have passed since I left my international jet-setting playboy lifestyle behind and met my current flatmate. 3 years. Unbelievable. Once again the girl's inestimable pateince knows no bounds, and to show my gratitude I am currently scrabbling around for a 2-for-1 meal deal for Wednesday night. Some things never change.

Our first date was at the Battersea Park Guy Fawkes celebrations - a genius idea from yours truly in that I'll always remember the date, and you can't beat fireworks to fuel a bit of romance. This year will see us back down Brockwell Park in Sarf London for the 3rd year in a row. Then it's off to my sister's in 'the country' for her annual shindig; highlight this year - a 'Wurzels tribute act' at the barn dance after the fireworks. The mind boggles.Ooh arr.