Craig took me out to dinner on Friday night. And I repaid him by making him follow me over to St Pauls at 9:30 at night, in freezing weather, so I could take photos.
He even carried my tripod.
(side story – the service was so bad they gave us the meal for free. Plus dessert. So we love them again)
(He even cleaned my lens)
I gave up when it was starting to rain and I realised he wasn’t wearing gloves and was jumping up and down ever so slightly. I don’t know if he was wearing a jumper under his jacket.
Worst. Wife. Ever.