So, Saturday was our anniversary, and we headed to London for the day to celebrate… First up we headed to Russell Square tube station, because that’s where we first met in person. Russell square, thankfully isn’t a dingy grotty tube station; it’s one of the prettier tiled ones, where the edwardian tiles have survived well and the whole place isn’t too shabby. This is fortunate, because otherwise I’d’ve had to come up with somewhere else to ask my beloved to marry me.
It’s now where we first met, and where she said ‘yes’. I haven’t really got into my head that she said yes; it still makes me smile at every thought. I look down and see the ring on my finger or feel it when I’m doing something and I grin like some kind of idiot.
So we spent the rest of our day pottering about. We headed to the nearby little italian place immediately after for lunch (paninis), and then to Gay’s The Word (where I was tempted by Claire McNab’s Kylie Kendal series being available, all of it, second hand) and thense over to Islington where we meandered round the Antique Market (I only bought one book, sadly I realised it’s the second half of a two volume set, but ’tis still cute (the Family Physician)). Drank Starbucks Coffee, grinned some more, held hands lots, and then headed off for dinner (French, at a very nice French Restaurant, with Champagne and everything), and then off to Sadler’s Wells Theatre, and then off to Ottolenghi (or some similarly spelt place who do awesomely nice deserts), and then off Dancing in an allegedly Lesbian Club.
It was an awesome day. And y’know why, because I love her and she said yes.
