The one and only time I have ever kept a secret. Surprisingly, I only accidentally told Nathan once that I’d booked a secret weekend getaway to Copenhagen for his birthday (which I don’t think he remembered, or if he did, he’s very good at acting).
When I first made the decision to go away for his birthday, I was struck with decision paralysis. Belgium, where he used to live? Italy, which had always been a dream? Amsterdam, after a failed attempt scuppered by lockdown, or Billund, to commemorate our meeting at the Lego store.