First Boyfriend had just observed that we’d been going out for exactly two months. My remark was meant as a reflection on my own dating history (this was my first relationship not involving a man from period drama), but he took it personally.
‘It wasn’t that difficult, was it?’
And I meant it.
At this point he produced a box of Lindt chocolates.
This was the man who would later warn me that life isn’t like a Jane Austen novel. No, because Lindt wasn’t founded until 1845.
On Sunday, Mad Blogs and Englishmen celebrated its two month anniversary. To mark the occasion, I cracked open a bar of Lindt.