Today is the anniversary of the day I started going out with Babel. It’s the two year anniversary of that day, in fact, and so a proper anniversary we’re supposed to celebrate and not one like our 21 month anniversary which he can laugh at me for alluding to It was two years ago this afternoon, on our way home from an Esperanto weekend at Barlaston, that we formally got together, although to be fair, the more I think about it, the more I think we’d been in denial for quite some time about the idea that we might actually want to go out with each other. Last night I was searching for an email from someone else whose name begins with T, and accidentally ended up flicking through a few of the emails which I had sent to Babel back in the days where I allegedly didn’t like him at all. I was quite shocked by how outrageous some of the flirting was, and how he actually used to say such nice things to me He’s nowhere near as soppy now we’re actually a couple (more…)

My Christmas Day featured neither mistletoe nor wine, and there was also a regrettable lack of children singing Christian rhyme. There were no logs on our fire because we haven’t had the chimney cleaned recently, and it wasn’t practical to hang gifts on the tree because it’s an artificial one from Argos and the branches aren’t terribly strong. Finding time to rejoice in the good that we see was also a bit problematic, due to an unexpected electrical failure which temporarily plunged our home into darkness Despite what Cliff Richard may thus have determined as festive shortcomings, it was nevertheless a thoroughly enjoyable day, not least because I received so many lovely presents. (more…)