Roses and champagne..

This poppy bud was all set to be today's blip. Then, in a Skype call with my husband it transpired that there was a delivery of roses and champagne on the front doorstep. Sadly it was too dark to blip at that point so you'll have to take my word for it (and my enormous and slightly soppy grin). We have been married for eight years today. I don't really want to gush, but I feel very lucky and very loved. I'm going to save the champagne for the weekend when B and I will be back home again after spending half-term with my parents. I wonder if the next eight years will go by as fast as the last eight have done?