It also seems to have turned into February when I wasn't looking, and of course we all know what happens in February.
|Pancake Day: Clearly doing it wrong|
In a striking example of irony hubs and I met on 13th February 2003 at a We Eschew Valentine's Day party at a mutual friends house. I drank a lot of tequila and apparently impressed the poor man by crapping on about my first husband. To celebrate this fact we went and had a coffee this morning and discussed our children. Okay. We totally forgot, but we did go and have a coffee.
Its been a busy ten years!
Tomorrow (because blog posts are like buses around here) I'll be talking about my part in a very exciting Valentine's Day story over on the Escape Publishing blog...
Even more exciting news about The Bunker in the next week (hopefully!)