Friday 1 February 2008

All at once...

Poor Green Fingers has a tough time in December and January – not only does he have my birthday and Christmas to find amazing presents for (despite only being four days apart they aren't to be joined into one under any circumstances!!!), he also has the pressure to remember our anniversary in January too! I didn’t need to worry though as he pulled out the stops for all three, which I think is pretty impressive given all three fall in as many weeks!

One always worries a little about that first present given by your other half…thoughts fly through our minds such as, this will show how well he knows me, does he have any taste and how will he react if I want to change it! The all encompassing phrase ‘how lovely!’ is usually all one can manage. A past boyfriend once gave me a leather hand bag (sounds perfect up to that point) with skiers painted on…stemming from my love of skiing, obviously, and handbags. However much thought has gone into it, some must learn that not all loves should be joined together! Needless to say the bag was ‘forgotten’ when leaving for the next skiing holiday, and instead found a home at the back of my wardrobe.

I think one of the best things about special occasions is that it provides the perfect excuse to go to one of your favourite restaurants that you just can’t really justify going to more frequently – at least that’s what my bank manager and GF tell me anyway!

So for our anniversary we ended up at one of my favourites…La Poule au Pot in Pimlico. It has simply got to be one of the best French restaurants in London. Not only is the food exquisite, the atmosphere is so romantic, with low lighting, dripping candles, French waiters (some with French temperament too…all adds to the effect), and delicious wine. Not only did we leave feeling very full (a slight relief that the crème brulee didn’t arrive) and a little tipsy after the slightly unnecessary (but very much appreciated) second bottle of red wine! You can't go wrong for a truly romantic evening out. Boys take note!