It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

I thought of this today, as it is our second wedding anniversary. It's hard to believe that two years ago today we became man and wife at Nynäshams Kryka in front of family and friends, followed by a lovely reception at Freja.

This evening we celebrated by going to dinner at the restaurant where we had our party:



It's wonderful to be married to you, Lars-Goran.

I really should NOT be let loose near a book shop or a library. Well, maybe a bookshop as I'm too poor at the moment to buy too many books, though I do drool on them (in the hope they will sell them cheaper later!). Today L-G was going to the library on his way to work a while at the boat club. Me, being the kind, generous soul that I am offered to accompany him there and carry home his books. What would Germaine Greer have to say about that, I wonder?

Anyway, as I have two books I'm reading at the moment and a stack of others waiting to be read, I didn't need to get library books. So why did I come home with six borrowed books (all THICK!), another five that they were selling off (5 for 25kr - bargain!), a double CD, two videos as well as the THREE thin volumes that L-G borrowed. You should have seen him smirk at me as I had to lug it all home.

I'm impossible when it somes to reading. The world could collapse around me and I'd never know it if I was immersed in a good story. I've always been this way. My mother would send me into our living room to dust and come in two hours later to find the dusting not even started and me curled up with a book that was calling to me from the shelf. I used to read under the covers with a torch after "lights-out", I used to read the telephone directory, the cornflakes packet. Anything I could get my hands on. And this love of reading is still with me today and my daughter has also inherited it - it means we will never be bored as we can be whisked away by our imagination and the written word to explore new places.

Amusing website today: 714 things to be cynical about. My question: Only 714? I laughed at the following:
» Frank Sinatra after 1970.
» pop music after 1970.
» life after 1970.

Thought for the Day: Do paranoid schizophrenic agnostic dyslexic insomniacs lie awake at night wondering if they might be the dog that's out to get them?