I have a standing date every Wednesday night – with my nan. After work, I come over to cook her dinner and we watch re-runs of Heartbeat on TV. It might not sound like much, but I love every minute of it – because her house is super cozy, her cupboards have chocolate biscuits in them, and she always thinks my stories are really interesting (even when they are about nothing but what I had for lunch).
My nights at this house have changed a bit since my poppy passed away (there's only two of us, we eat dinner on TV trays and can have meals with butter and salt in them), but I think I treasure them even more now. Nan is the glue that holds our whole family together – not to mention, she might be the only other person who gets as much pleasure out of watching Please Marry My Boy as I do. And I hope I'm still standing on this stoop every Wednesday night for a very long time.