As I write this, it is exactly eight years to the day since Dunc asked me to marry him. In fact, he asked if he could keep me. This confused me somewhat, as I wasn't entirely sure if he was just buying a bit more time while he made up his mind about actually marrying me, or whether he was finally proposing!
I hate dogs. I mean I don't just hate them, in a 'shoo, leave me alone' way. I really genuinely hate them. Not their owners - not all of them anyway - just their smelly, waste-producing, noisy, over-enthusiastic, straining-at-the-chains, handbag-sized, fluffy, doe-eyed, saliva-sharing, wet-nosed pets.