14 years

This post is about discipline, not content, which will be entirely spontaneous and brief.

Yesterday was my partners and my 14 year anniversary - an impressive feat considering we are 31 and 32 - both each others one and only. I don't mean to brag or to seem sickeningly naive, but ours is my favourite love story of all! It's an odd thing to receive congratulations on the 'achievement' as though it is something we have toiled towards when, in all honesty, I can say it has never been a struggle, not for a second.

I intended to make a card (but life intervened in the form of a farewell encounter with a departing friend) and to that end, trawled the internet for an appropriate 'love quote'. The search not only sickened me but also obviated the recurring theme of 'love' being something fragile in need of nuturing, attention and hard work. I feel beyond lucky, even 'blessed' for want of a much better word, to be encompassed in this robust, self perpetuating force which seems genuinely rare.

We went out for a fancy dinner to a french restaurant - it was very authentic and made us long to be back in Paris. I felt myself being aware of the fact that we were/are still generating new memories, that after 14 years, it still feels like the beginning of a great adventure.

I'm sure I'll return to the topic of relationships in the future because I'm so often perplexed by them but for now, I'm looking forward to going to bed (after another night out: for my baby sister's birthday - she's 27 tomorrow, it's so strange that she should be so old that the number is meaningless).

I'll leave you with the random thought: the irony of Sudoku is that the people who got on the bandwagon did so claiming it was to sharpen their minds, but somehow the attraction to it only served to show how dull their minds really are.