Love and Liberty

Richard and I have news.




We’ve had several long talks; knees, nervousness and champagne were involved. And we’re both delighted to announce that each of us has agreed to make the other very happy, and that we’ll be getting married next year.

Richard gave me a ring on our fifth anniversary*, and now that (in the nicest possible way) the law has finally caught up with us, we’re going to do it properly. We’ve chosen the date: October 26th, 2014 will be our twentieth anniversary. As it’s not us but Britain that’s taken so long to make up its mind, we’re keeping the same day and digit for future anniversaries.

And I’m chuffed into little meatballs. As well as having the jitters. Which is how it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?




Millennium makes Richard’s co-announcement here.



*My big gesture that day was to take him to see a bloody Jacobean tragedy starring Ian McDiarmid, the Emperor from the Star Wars Saga. Romance wasn’t dead, but most of the characters ended up that way.

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