I’ve lapsed into online silence for a while, I note. Ah, well, real life must get a look in once in a while. Just in case you’ve been feeling a strange hole in your life where my little scribblings used to be, I’ll spend some of today playing catch-up.
However, I’d just like to sort out a misunderstanding that seems to have cropped up. Lorna and I are not married. Like many of our peer group who are in long-term relationships but not married, we count anniversaries from the time we first started going out. We get to reset - or claim two anniversaries - if we ever get hitched. It’s a sign of the times, I think. It’s strange how few of my friends have got married, given that most of us are busting the 30 barrier. My brother and his friends seems to be dashing down the aisle with unseemly haste, while us oldies hang around in our “Long term relationships” with our “partners” much longer.
That said, at the ball we went to on Saturday night, just before the final dance, a young woman rushed over to Lorna & I. “Are you two married?” she gushed, in a slightly drunken way.
We shook our heads.
“You should be,” she said.
Apparently she and her table had been watching us on the dance floor for most of the evening and had decided that we made a prefect couple. I don’t know wether to be pleased or creeped out that they were watching us…