…when myself and The Missus decided to step out together. In the old days, I guess you’d call it “courting”. It was a crisp Monday morning, bright and sky-blue. I was nervous as hell as I travelled to Stratford bus station for our rendezvous. We spent the day travelling around central London, taking in the sights, checking each other out and reinforcing our friendship. I did my best to be charming, witty and a perfect gentlemen. The charm must have worked because she’s still here, still putting up with my airy-fairy nonsense, my stupid creative ideas and my idiot dreamer persona. She understands the blackness, the light and the joy. We have our secret language, our dialogue, our jokes that no-one else knows. It is a precious thing and I am blessed.
Thank you (though I know you will never read this because you never read my blog, but that’s OK)
Us in 1989, roughly a year after our first date.
It was 20 years ago today…