Je suis tombée sur un petit article (je vous rassure, je ne me suis pas fait mal), il y a 2-3 jours où Anna Friel racontait comment avait débuté son histoire avec David Thewlis. Et, j’ai trouvé ça drôle et mignon, exactement comme je conçois les histoires d’amour qui dure, plein de charme :

The stars met on a plane to France’s Cannes Film Festival in 1997, but didn’t begin dating until 2001, when they were reunited at a mutual friend’s dinner party. And Friel admits Thewlis’ first night at her home was incredibly heated – because they woke up to discover flames destroying her lounge. She says, “He came back to my house that night and we woke up to find the place on fire. It made such a mess of the living room we closed the door and stayed in the bedroom for the next three days. He moved in two days later and has never left in eight years.”

Désolée de ne pas pouvoir citer la source, j’avoue ne pas l’avoir noté, mais bon, ici, c’est officieux, on me pardonnera.