It's thirty years today since mine and Mr D's very first date. We went for a drink in a pub called the White Hart. I chose that pub specfically because it was less than five minutes walk from the house where I lived with my Mum and Dad, and if he turned out to be a creep, then I could make a quick getaway.
Thankfully, it turned out that Mr D was pretty far away frrom being a creep, and we had a lovely evening.
And the rest is history!
I don't have any photos from that date, so here's a couple of photos from our 15th wedding anniversary trip to Rome!