Yesterday evening we went to the 'Love is....' exhibition, held in a local church (and also in the church room). It was very interesting. Lots of local ladies (including Ann) had lent their wedding dresses. We have four couples in town who have sixty years plus to their credit. The senior married couple are coming up to their 69th (!) anniversary. Only two of the blokes (your blogger and the minister of the church) were able to display the morning suits they had been married in. I thought this probably indicated that blokes are less sentimental, but was instantly informed that this was because the majority of men hire their wedding suits. The church ladies had put on a superb buffet meal in the church room. Most of the wedding dresses had the appropriate wedding photoes with them, and my best (or, thinking about it, possibly worst) moment of the evening came when the minister's wife (our hostess, I suppose) came up to me after examining our wedding photo and said "Gosh Mike, weren't you a looker forty five years ago. Ann's changed very little. " I quite realise the inference :- Michael in comparison is now a clapped out wreck. Still, I think it was meant as a compliment.
Spent most of today pottering - finishing odd jobs and cleaning things. Weather's turned duller and colder. As a direct result hibernated for a couple of hours this afternoon. Still feel ready for my bed now, though. Goodnight all.
2 comments:
She was right, despite her thoughtless choice of temporal specificity! You were a handsome chap, and despite minor modifications of hirsute shading and styling you still are - witness that photo from last year's handfasting. I'll email you a copy so you may publish it to your blog should you wish to supply evidence of my opinion.
Thank you, Crowbard. That's very reassuring.
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