I seem to have forgotten how to count. Today is day 26 of the current lockdown. I need to go back and change the numbers of earlier posts. Things fall apart…
Today we celebrated the 45th anniversary of when we started going out together. I can’t quite get my head around that number. It seems like no time since we celebrated our 40th anniversary.
Fortunately I was able to book for us to visit a favourite garden, not too far away: Stourhead. A good morning there, with flasks, buns, and even lunch (just in case we stay longer than expected – which we did).
For the evening Malcolm cooked a wonderful meal for us, and as we ate we reminisced about the years in-between and thought about those still to come. May they be many.