This week is our nineteenth anniversary of being officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

We met at a party at Bondi Pavilion early 2000s. A one week romance as one of us was moving cities and the other, continents.

Fast forward 2 years, I call him on a whim from London. He remembered my voice.

When I was home, our first date lasted 5 days.

To think that funny jester who convinced me to go for a ride on his dragster bicycle would still be making me laugh today, is mind boggling. We are very different people to those starry and often blurry eyed youth, but the spark for play and double entendre is still present. We have pseudonyms for each other and jokes about all the people we have had affairs with. I won’t go into detail to save poor reader, but let’s just say we’ve been very busy. Luckily, this fantasy has been enough of an inoculation to any real infidelity.

Tim said maybe we should tie the knot at 40 years, now that’s something to celebrate. I love the fact that he is committed to making it that far. But really, celebration of any love is worthy, any time, anywhere. Let’s just celebrate love.

So Timmy, thanks for being a mirror and a muse. A solid frame in my life, something I never realised I needed, until I met you. I’m not talking about your size, I can preempt your one liners after all this time.

You wrote a song about us, once we got together with a line in it,

‘My calendar has a name on every page’

That’s it baby, here we are, writing the next chapter. Happy 19th, I love you.