As anyone interested enough to backtrack through the archives may recall, tomorrow is both my birthday and my wedding anniversary.
This time we are not going to lunch. We are going to dinner. Yet again, I don’t know where.
I’m sure it will be a lovely surprise. But you’d think after 24 years my dearly beloved would know I’m not that keen on surprises (control freak that I am). Apart from anything else, I don’t have a clue what to wear.