Our very own Moveable Feast

 

Yesterday was our 37^th anniversary. It is a moveable feast and it was planned that way. We chose a church high day deliberately. Ascension Day seemed perfect to us. 

That year it fell on May 24^th in actual fact.  You can see the confusion because next year in 2017 it will be on May 25^th and in 2018 it is May 10^th, then, jump to 2020 for May 30^th. The only people who got it right each year are all dead now. My Mum, my Dad, and then Stephen’s Mum and his Dad.  

This year we had one congratulations card, that, from our friend Anthony who came out to dinner with us at the Field and Fork in Chichester for a pre theatre meal and then we walked back across to the Minerva Theatre to see the new musical version of Graham Greene’s amusing book, Travels with my Aunt, starring Patricia Hodge and Steven Pacey. We found it most enjoyable and very cleverly done on a superb set that was constantly changed, right in front of your eyes, by the cast themselves. The Minerva is quite small and there is no such thing as a bad seat. Its my favourite theatre by a mile. Steven Pacey has a perfect singing voice for the part of Henry and Patricia Hodge was excellent as the outrageous Aunt Augusta, though her costumes did not, to my mind, match the character correctly; bit frumpy really. That is the only criticism I have though the rest of the cast all did splendid job in support of the stars. 

We had had a bumpy old start to our life together with opposition from just about every corner. There had been acrimonious divorces on both sides. What seemed to get right up everybody’s noses was that were so happy together…. Still are…. Husband and wife…..Best friends…..Business partners….Training mates. We hold hands in the cinema and at home watching TV. 

And they said it wouldn’t last. Yes, they did. They all said exactly that, frequently.  Most people know the tune to these lyrics: Nah, nah, nah, na-na! 

We are as happy, as they say, ‘As pigs in the brown stuff’!