Breakfast

I just realised yesterday that it was 22 years this month since we had our first real date. I can still remember it quite vividly. We met up in Dunblane as it was half way and I made up a story to my boss that I had a docs appointment to get away from work early.

My stomach was lurching on the drive to Dunblane and also as I sat in the car park at the train station . Isn’t it funny how nervousness and excitement does that . I remember too that I had just returned from a 2 week holiday in Crete and was feeling great - I had on a pair of Levi’s and a short top. I was slim and glowing and so happy. Life was good. I still had my Dad, Laura was a college , we just moved to a semi-detached house from a four in a block, Bonnie was my darling dog and it was a beautiful sunny June evening. The anticipation of what might be…..

We had a giant spark from the start and it just went from there…..



Breakfast in Tabu Saturday morning. Indoors as quite unsettled weather and the croissant and coffee came almost together lol!