I'm not one for a soppy post. Hmmm...okay - I am sometimes one for a soppy post. But today I have a legitimate excuse because this Tuesday marked three years since I bumped into a certain well-shaved, well-cologned, and sort of well-spoken guy in a night club.
Since that completely random and - dare I say it without cringing - fateful (nope, definitely cringing) night, this little chap has made me laugh, has made me happy and has made me dinners. From highs of him frying chicken nuggets in a wok after a night out when we were living in Paris, to building a fort in my front room and eating so much Chinese takeaway inside it we felt sick, he has been the best boyfriend in the world and the bestest, bestest friend.
At some point this week I am going to be forcing him in front of my camera and barking at him to give me Blue Steel while he pretends to hate it. I will fill up a different blog post with these pictures but I promise I won't go mushy again.
I would also like to add that he has impeccable flower selection skills. And even better tea making ones.
