It was hot on Sunday morning. It was, in fact, so hot that neither Jacqueline nor I felt like going out birdwatching. We instead went to the walled garden of the Poets House Hotel in Ely and drank coffee, after coffee, after coffee, and just talked. There is a joke within our relationship that when I asked Jacqueline out, I asked her if she "wanted to continue this conversation over dinner", and the conversation has never ended since then. There…
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