Forty-One Years Ago
The seventh of September in 1968 was the day we got married. It was perhaps the one sunny Saturday in a summer of rain. Last year, I wanted to do something different to get away from the day. The reason was for the last few years the seventh was a day where we ate a great meal at somewhere like The River Cafe and then went on holiday for ten days or so. So in the end, I went to the Grand Prix at Spa.
At least it cured me of ever wanting to go to a Grand Prix again!
I had planned to go somewhere for a good meal for myself, but in the end I just cooked myself a rabbit casserole. However, this time using chicken instead. I had worried that the Waitrose rabbit was packed in flour, but I have since checked and they were just pure unadulterated bunny! They were just rock hard in the freezer.
All those years ago, we had got married in Christ Church, Cockfosters. I remember little of the day and we don’t even have any photographs, as the album got lost when my mother-in-law died. There is just one photo on the side.
In some ways that is sad, but then we had a very happy forty years together. There were ups and downs, but we did have a lot more ups and downs.
The Anonymous Widower 
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Comment by Ken Kendall | September 8, 2009 |
One of the things my wife said to me was that she married me, because she knew life would not be boring. It wasn’t!
Comment by AnonW | September 8, 2009 |