Confusing dates

Happy Leap Day. Or 'Extra Date We Shoehorned In Coz We Fucked Up The Calendar' Day, or whatever we call it these days. I just call it March Eve, because it's the day before we enter the third month of the year, which - as I think we've established before - is my Favourite Month Of The Year.
This is also, of course, the anniversary of Philippa's proposal to me. That was TWELVE years ago. TWELVE!! It really doesn't feel that long. But I suppose, technically speaking, this is only the third Feb 29th that has happened since, so in that way it was only two years ago that it happened, which is very strange as it means we got married before we were even engaged.

Anyway, the point is - it's another excuse to look back on the wonder of our relationship and to celebrate its continuing survival. So I am stopping at the supermarket on the way home to purchase the ingredients for one of my legendary prawn stir-frys, which I shall cook for my beloved wife, and former fiancee, when I return home, as it is one of her favourites.

RC 29-2-24