So today, as has been much documented on the Daily Blog over the last four years, was the day Mr B and I met. Outside Woolworths which, as you know, is no more. Mr B and I, however, are still going strong. Or if not exactly
strong, at least we are still going. Increasingly, in these challenging times, we are not sure where we are going. But we travel hopefully which is by far the best way of travelling. In my humble opinion.
honour of this auspicious occasion, Mr B bought me flowers. He didn't actually know he had bought me flowers, you understand, until I returned from the local Co-op, holding them aloft and rewarding him with a grateful kiss. They were, he said, exactly the
flowers he would have chosen for me, had he been able to get to the Co-op himself.
This is what it is all about, you see. I could have bewailed the fact that there were no flowers this year and spent the day
whinging and moaning - or paid out £5.50 for the most beautiful bunch of mixed roses and lilies, knowing that my dear Mr B would certainly have bought them for me himself had he been able. They are Just Perfect. Honestly, I'd have chosen them for myself.
Oh, wait, I'd quite forgotten that I did...
By brilliant coincidence today was the annual Christmas celebration for our Nomination Whist group which meant we could invite our friends to mark the occasion with
us. We celebrated with mulled wine and mince pies. Plus Christmas crackers from the Guild Care charity shop. Unfortunately the mulled wine had a marked effect on my card playing ability so that I barely managed a score of 70 on the first game and just about
rustled up 100 on the second. If you don't know whether this is good or bad, then take it from me, if I were writing my own school report I would be saying that I "could do better."
I had spent a goodly part
of the previous evening working out the "Scores on the Doors" so that I could award prizes to the Great and the Good. As I told the assembled company, in my best headmistressly tone of voice, it had been a term remarkable for its inconsistency. We had had
some really, really high scores. And some really, really low scores. The anticipation was incredible.
Well, no, that's probably an exaggeration. But how I love announcing the winners, presenting the prizes
- chocolate oranges on this occasion, in case you need to know. I was so pleased I could award a prize (for never scoring below 100 all term) to dear Delia who willingly acts as scorer on one of the two card tables even though it's not the easiest task to
score and play at one and the same time. Delia is one of life's angels. Always there when needed. A voice at the end of a phone. Don't be fooled by the lack of wings. There are angels all around us, if we just know where to look.
I bought fillet steak and strawberries for our celebration dinner. No, not on the same plate, don't be silly. Though, you are right, it would have saved on the washing up. I thought it was totally delicious except that it was probably
a mistake to follow our meal by watching Masterchef on TV...
Happy anniversary of the day we met, Mr B. Still standing after all these years and everything life has thrown at us, especially over the course
of the last year. It's easy to be happy when everything is going well; the test comes when life's a struggle. That's why we wake each day and do what we need to do. With joy.
Thank you for my beautiful flowers,
Mr B. And, much more importantly, for the last 53 years...