Two years ago today, I was running.
I was late, and running off all my hard work. My hair flung out behind me knotted and my mascara started to run. I was dodging tourists and trying text whilst flinging myself on and off public transport. Please say he’d wait, please say he’d wait.
How could I be late on my first ever date? What was wrong with me? How could I forget about London Transport Sundays…you know..where they close EVERYTHING?!
Thankfully, he did wait.
I realise now, two years on, that I fell in love with P that very day, when he stated, ‘His teeth are all over the gaff’ , quite straight-faced, describing a stuffed dinosaur toy.
I knew I’d found someone who would keep me laughing during all our adventures.