Old hands might remember that today is our wedding anniversary. Our fifteenth, in fact. Fifteen is Crystal, but neither of us likes crystal and, anyway, we break stuff.

So we bought ourselves this pretty box instead. Dealer thought it was early Victorian. It was once a Music Box – we didn’t even notice the holes in the front – but it’s just a coffer now. It would have been a damn loud music box.

Oh, and it’s sweasel.com’s birthday. Its seventeenth, in fact. That’s right – I’ve been blogging longer than I’ve been married. Do you believe I’ve been gibbering nonsense every weekday for seventeen years?

Truth is, I don’t know how to stop.