The person who knows me best...

...and she still loves me!

I'm not married but today is my partner and I's anniversary of getting together. 12 years ago today we went on a date that neither of us had officially admitted was a date, to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre (she loves her horror films) at the Showroom cinema in Sheffield. As it happened the film had got lost en route to the cinema and so we ended up seeing Sixth Sense instead. For some reason we both decided the film was rubbish (I'm not sure why - everyone else who's ever seen it has assured me it's really good).

We then hit the bars and pubs of Sheffield and I just remember jabbering on really, doing my utmost to appear cool and interesting (I think she possibly saw through this). Anyway, the rest, as they say, is history.

Managed to get away with taking this sly photo of her. The only shame is she's not smiling or laughing, which is something she does constantly - and a big part of why I love her.

Off out for a celebratory meal now.