Ten years ago today, Lisa and I officially became an item, so if our actions were judged as a crime of passion, we'd both be out by now. In reality, however, this is a life sentence, and I don't plan on letting her go. Ever. I'll be like Norman Bates in Psycho. Which is handy, as I look good in a wig.

We're celebrating the occasion 130 miles from Brighton, in an attempt to recreate how far apart we were living at the time, and this evening we'll be reminiscing about what life was like before we had children, by going out for a romantic meal. These days we're lucky to get two minutes to ourselves at the McDonalds drive-thru, but tonight, Big Sis is leaving work early in order to babysit for the evening, so that Lisa and I can renew our vows at The Well at Bulkington. That's our vow to eat our own body weight in food.

As a token of my love, I wanted to give Lisa a romantic gift signifying ten years of passion, companionship and understated elegance, so I bought her 'Behind the Candelabra' on DVD. I might get Sis to play the piano later too. Amelie gave her flowers, and a card which said "I'm glad you love Daddy". I told her to write that.

But in the meantime, we're still on holiday. And despite the pouring rain, bitterly cold winds, and mild flooding, we're off out for a few hours. Mainly to buy an umbrella and some more jumpers, but also to revisit The Hope Nature Centre near Trowbridge. Our main hope being that the weather might improve when we get there.