I had the longest date of my life this weekend. By longest I mean 440 miles long as I travelled to Liverpool and back. By date I don't know I mean as who knows what a date is these days besides "The sweet, edible, oblong or oval fruit of the date palm, containing a narrow, hard seed", but the term will suffice.
I haven't mentioned anything, as well, it all only got organised on Friday, and was one of those crazy, throw things in the boot of the car and hit the highway kind of things. Besides managing to chew off all my nails (nerves on the way up and wondering how dull I came across on the way down), I am really glad I did. I had a really good weekend. A bit surreal at times, although to be honest that was mostly my mate Dan (moral support and general craziness et-al)
And before you ask she was sexy cute, smart, funny, and let me watch the rugby.