Driving licence comes of age
My driving licence has come of age. It's 21 years old this weekend! There's something else significant about the day I passed my driving test, a date for which I receive constant reminders whenever I get behind the wheel, but I just can't think what it is.
Maybe it's because exactly 10 years (almost to the minute too) after getting my freedom, I lost it again. Yes, this weekend marked 11 years of MOTS and I enduring tortuous togetherness in matrimonial hell. No wonder it's a damp and miserable weekend.
BTW, our favourite local restaurant is back on form, the food was excellent last night. Fantastic sunset as we walked along the prom, the most amazingly bright rainbow (with a slightly duller pal right to its left), and best of all one very tired 15 week old thanks to him keeping the babysitter up all night (did nothing but smile at her, apparently - what a boy!)
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Happy anniversary guys! The Gents x
Posted by: Sarah | July 10, 2010 7:53 PM
Have you ever kept a babysitter up all night just by smiling at her? ;)
Congratulations FOTS and MOTS.
Filmstalker and Mrs Filmstalker
Posted by: Richard Brunton | July 12, 2010 7:51 AM
Thanks guys!
The last time I kept a babysitter up all night it was because she was having nightmares. Seen Jack-Jack Attacks? Wasn't unlike that to be honest!
Posted by: Alder | July 12, 2010 12:21 PM