Just celebrating(? )having been married for 50 years. No bed of roses is one way of putting it but there have been good moments and it was a sunny day in Brighton with loads of people who are related in various ways turning up so it was all jolly ,or mostly anyway and we got a good group photo of everyone standing on the grass in front of the Pavillion in the bit you are not meant to walk on.
It only seems like last year that my parents had their Golden wedding and I remember how depressing it was as an occasion so I hope ours was not like that, at least nobody made speeches about undying love which was just as well. .We are having a friends' party soon now that the family thing is done and it will probably be just the usual sort of orgy that we seventy -year olds get up to when the kids are not around.Kids being in their thirties and forties of course and not realising how age creeps up behind you and suddenly your're sixty or worse. I should be being more upbeat and saying that getting old is great, except that for a lot of people it isn't.We are really lucky and are able to patch up the bits that go wrong/fall out/seize up/drop off so far. I reckon on having another 20 years - saying that probably will tempt fate into sending something nasty next week -and I forget my age most of the time except when I see this oldish lady in the mirror.Notice 'oldish' I think of mid-eighties as old and it's no good trying to fool anyone you are not old then ,or so I imagine. Great to prove it wrong though.
