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Today is our third anniversary. Or, perhaps, our eleventh anniversary. We went through our Civil Partnership three years ago today after what Ethel calls "an 8-year courtship".

Unfortunately, I still feel like hell, so we didn't celebrate too much. I sat in the chair in the living room drinking orange juice and watching things like "Unsolved Murders". I didn't shower until 6 pm (I felt so slovenly...) Then we went to The Well and had our Valentine's Day dinner. Home for some decaf and tiramisu.

Then we listened to some Ella Fitzgerald singing tunes by Gershwin, which really set a lovely tone for the end of the day.

In honour of Valentine's Day, you must read this blog post by shelbycub. It says exactly what I would like to say about marriage and make sure you've got a Kleenex handy.

In other news, I have finally gotten my ISEB Practitioner's Certificate in Software Test Management. I did OK (did not get a distinction, but that's OK) and now have three certificates to hang up on the wall. Now I have to make sure that everyone knows I have it (change the CV, add it to LinkedIn, etc. etc. and so on and so forth). Took 'em long enough to mark it, but that's OK.

Tomorrow it's Eucharist, then lunch with our friend kingbitch, who is down again from Edinburgh with a picture of himself in his new kilt. He does not yet have the courage to wear it as the Scotsmen do.

As our own dear Queen might say if she had a Valentine's Day televised message: "A very heppy Vellentaynes Dey to yew awl,"

...especially when talking about something you can't do for another three weeks, at least.

San Francisco Zoo has an X-rated zoo tour each Valentine's Day. Check it out here.

Note the sad sad story of Jack the tapir. I laughed so hard I cried...but I feel sorry for the poor little fella.

...and it's Valentine's Day, February 14, 2006. After a day minching around Central London, going to the Barbican Centre for an exhibition, and then having a princely lunch at Subway, we took the number 12 bus to Camberwell and kept our appointment with the registrar. The building is a Grade II listed structure (I suppose it might have been St. Giles's Rectory or something of the sort, but I can't say for certain) but the waiting room is so modern that the registrar has to come out with the hand-held chip and pin machine because the slots in the glass window at reception are too small to pass the machine through.

We saw the registrar, first together, then separately, while she took down our details. The notices will be up for the next two weeks, and then we'll be free to form our Civil Partnership. We won't be having a ceremony, just signing the register, but we'll take our witnesses out to lunch afterwards. And that will be that!

Wish us luck!