Every year, without fail my memory fails me over anniversaries. Specifically the wedding anniversary. Not that I have trouble remembering the date; after all the 13th of February is not a date you're likely to forget, especially when it was a Friday we were married on.
But this year I've won the annual anniversary prize. Because although I remember the date, I rarely remember the year. But last night I did. And even better, Louise got it wrong. Much crowing was done. In fact, it's something I think I'll be mentioning regularly over the coming year.