To Mr A's relief, I have ceased waking him up when I open my eyes in the night and see the digital clock lit up with the numerals 2.20, 2.21 or 2.22 which is often the case, my bladder somehow knowing exactly when to arouse me. I read once that when people keep seeing these particular three digits, it means that an angel is trying to contact them. Whoever this angel is, I take my hat off to its persistence and hope that one day, in the great hearafter, or is it hereafter, we can have a laugh about its influence on my night-time perambulations to the loo. Except that I don't believe in a hereafter, or even hearafter, so that's not going to happen. Unless I am wrong of course.
Anyway, the next fantastic dates are 11.11.11 and 12.12.12. So I look forward to those. In the meantime I wish anyone reading this a very happy, healthy and prosperous New Year. Mr A and I relaxed with a glass of whisky in front of the tele last night, standing up to have a bit of a smoochie dance and then a jive, before kissing each other on the stroke of midnight whilst gasping for breath (on account of the jive). Very satisfactory.
In order to download the picture of dates for free I am obliged to mention the website which I think is called photosforfree. Or something like that. I hope that will prevent any royalty court case.
