That said, happy anniversary to me and my wortthy opponent! 14 years today. Go me, go shadowdaddy. The great adventure continues! Unfortunately there's no song to sing, so he might be getting something like last night, when I sang, "How Big Is My Butt" to the BeeGee's "How Deep Is Your Love" after looking at some pictures of myself walking in the medina. I think we'll celebrate with some Japanese food at Ichiban in Brixton, and we'll have all the sake we want.
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We actually didn't bring back much from Tunisia if you exclude the two giant bottles of booze we got on the plane (Absolute peach and Gordon's gin). Otherwise, we now have: pistachio brickle, date chews, rolled pistachio balls with a rosewater filling, black sparkly house slippers, three cans of "mechouia" (grilled green peppers), a giant bag of couscous, and some date liqueur. Yummmmmy. I can't wait to get cooking! It's the only way I'm likely to be warm again until July rolls around at this rate.
Lies I told yesterday: we live in a houseboat and we've been trying to have kids for 14 years.
Full write up coming soon (if people care - I'm pretty busy the next four days!).