The boyfriend and I have been together 5 years today. Five whole years. I can hardly believe it! OK, it might not sound like much to some of you, but to me it’s ages. It’s a fifth of my life you know. And we have now reached the point in our relationship where we’ve actually spent more time living in the same country than separate ones. Only just mind, but it’s a start.
So in honour of our ‘anniversary’ (I always feel a bit odd calling it that… I mean, it’s not like we’re married. But I know of no other word) Jan had flowers delivered to me at work today. Madness! I wasn’t sure whether to be incredibly embarrassed or ridiculously pleased, so I settled for grinning like a maniac while blushing the deepest shate of red imaginable. The flowers then spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in a tupperware tub (we had no other containers) before being dragged all the way home on the tram with me. Poor things! Currently they are sitting on my desk in a glass salad bowl full of water, which is slightly better but still no vase (I do not own one ok!) I must say they’re rather nice. There are 5 red roses – one for each year – then some other red flowers, some white flowers, some greenery… I think maybe it would be best to just uplaod one of the crap pictures I took of them for posterity…
For those that are interesting in the flat situation it looks like I may be in with a chance of getting the last one after all, but that’s a topic for another blog post. Today’s is dedicated to my one and only boyfriend and a bunch of flowers.
It’s on days like these that I believe we are in with a chance of making it after all.
And in case anyone was wondering, yes I did use half a decade in the title to make it sound like even longer than it really is. You totally would have too, I know it! 😉