As of today, I've been going out with the gorgeous, insane Jo for exactly 10 years. In May, we'll have been married for 3 years. And it has been exactly five hours since she woke me up by leaping on to the bed, shrieking, like one of those flying/gliding squirrel things. How has she put up with me for so long? I keep her drugged, and chained up in a cupboard under the sink.
They've been the best 10 years of my life, so far, and I couldn't do any of this without her, watching my back, looking after me, and occasionally bitchslapping me when necessary. She's lovely, warm, funny, sexy, silly, mental, clever, talented, has the voice of an angel, and the mind of a tart. I love her to bits, and can't wait to see what the next 10 years have in store.
Now get back in the cupboard, wench, daddy's working.