Choosing Tapas

My sweetie turned 45 - blimey. We are right in the thick of our 40's - I can still claim to be early forties - just 43, but Sara - oh no - she is from now on pushing 50. Cliche upon cliche, but my how quickly time passes. We had a lovely day, went for a bike ride chugging up the hills, with hair rushing weeeeeee all the way back down. She then met friends, had lunch, had a massage - then off we drove for an amazing Tapas place just outside Triangle.

El Gato Negro. We went four years ago, and spent all last night wondering why it had taken us so long to go back. The food was amazing, the service impeccable, and we had such a lovely evening - watching Sara open her presents.

She then went out for drinks with some girl's only friendly fun. One of whom gave her a jazz cigarette, which she and I then played a few bum notes on with a glass of midnight wine and laughed our way into her 45 years and second day.