Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Love never dies - it just forgets things
So at the weekend my mother-in-law turns up with a bunch of flowers and one of her beautiful hand-made cards. "Happy Anniversary!" she says to me.
"Huh?" I say. "Is it my wedding anniversary? Oh yes ... October does ring a bell. Faintly."
I turn to Mr Ashbless. He didn't know it was our anniversary either. After some discussion, we go back to my mother-in-law.
"Um. We were wondering ... How long have we been married then?"
By now she's looking disgusted with both of us. "Seven years. You've been married seven years."
My wedding date is just not something I remember. Don't get me wrong - I remember the date when me and the now Mr Ashbless got together for the first time: 7th May 1988. (Yes, that long.) It just took us so long to actually tie the knot that, well...
Anyway we put the flowers in a vase and five minutes later someone knocked it over - broken glass and water everywhere. Who says romance is dead, eh? Heh heh.
The picture comes from this glorious website of compulsively awful book-covers. Who could resist straplines like She was that kind of girl ... it was that kind of party ... the combination was murder, hey?