It's been twelve months since I asked Lucija if she'd be my wife. When she said yes you could have knocked me down with a reasonably large feather. On the 12th it will be our first anniversary.

I don't know how she puts up with me.

Fair enough, we're not together at the moment but that'll get sorted. I'll tell you what though. We're getting a cat. An old, evil rescue cat that nobody else wants. Something that'll take your face off if you look sideways at it. A cat that would've been put to sleep if somebody hadn't taken him/her in.

Straight talking, sure shooting Luci (and she packs a mean right hook). I am the most fortunate of men.