After my last post, my Dad has sent me an email.
He thinks the communal dormitory living may be getting to me.
According to Dad, yesterday's post followed on from 'some fairly dreary ones lately.'
Hmmm. Just wait until you see the house then Dad! Can't wait to see your face.
However, obviously I need a happy post today.
So, it is a co-incidence is it not, that 22 years ago today, Dad happily dragged me down the aisle, and married me off to Brunnel. For a handsome dowry. (Just joking!)
Of course I was a child bride. I'd have to have been if I'm still only 39.
22 years. That's quite a long time!
Being the romantics that we are, Brunnel is cooking dinner tonight.
I am thankful for the electric barbeque.
It means I am spared a recreation of one of his woo-ing recipes - to this day I'm not sure what he was attempting to cook, but something akin to porridge fish is what was on the plate.
And let us not remember the apricot a la mode chicken-with-a-dash-of-rolled-oats thingy either.
Both 'recipes' memorable for all the wrong reasons.
So, I didn't marry him for his cooking then. Tonight a 'Brunnel's curry' will be just fine.
And it is a happy day! Happy anniversary darling!
P.S Thanks everyone for your comments and emails yesterday. They were truly lovely.Pin It