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Ahhh ... it's most pleasant to start Sunday off with a mimosa, made with leftover champagne from last night's festive dinner with P. We have an anniversary-of-sorts in late March, a moveable feast, and so we celebrated last night with champagne and pistachio-crusted sea bass (*marvellous*--recipe can be found here). And we had our usual dispute about just how long we've been together; neither of us can recall with certainty whether we hooked up in '92 or '93, so it's been either 11 or 12 years. Golly.
We were also sort-of-celebrating a sort-of-decision I may perhaps have made ... ( cut for grossly materialistic self-indulgent embarrassing wittering, plus! a help-me-decide poll! )
We were also sort-of-celebrating a sort-of-decision I may perhaps have made ... ( cut for grossly materialistic self-indulgent embarrassing wittering, plus! a help-me-decide poll! )