Today is my 28th wedding anniversary.
Our wedding anniversary, I should say.
Nelson Mandela served twenty-seven years and he got a Nobel Peace Prize. Me? I got an extra year, a card, and the most loving husband on the planet.
If you don’t believe me, ask my recent escapee, Janet.
Janet of Janet’s Notebook came to visit this week, for five days, with her son, Ben. They wore me out but we had a great time. You will be reading about our adventures over the next week or so, when I’ve recovered, but if you can’t wait until then, here are some of her posts about our time together:
Granny Liu: On accents
Who is that dog walker?: On dogs
The north south divide: On the phone
Laughter and love: On being soppy
I know how much you love me so don’t think she’s having fun at my expense (she is, but not maliciously), though I have to admit, it’s a weird sensation to be the butt instead of the butter of the joke.
However, I had great fun learning about another blogger and her quirks. And of my own. Janet made me wonder how the Hub has put up with me all of these years.
Now for the next twenty-eight. Gulp.
Love you, my darling. But please don’t tell anyone, it ruins my image.
Happy anniversary xx