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Jun. 30th, 2007 12:27 amIt's very rare I post. I'm not much of a diary person. I think I had the instinct removed as a teen when my mother regularly screamed at me because of something she'd read when my diary "accidentally fell open when she was cleaning my room"
But some things you want to remember. Yesterday my husband turned 40. His damned employers exercised their usual unerring instinct for these things and sent him to Edinburgh for training. Apparently, even though he had prebooked leave, it was far too important for him to miss. Yeah, right.
But now he's back and tonight we went to see Monkey: Journey to the West at the Palace theatre in Manchester. Fantastic show. Lovely story, written in the 1500's, which is very familiar to those of us old enough to remember the catchphrase "Irrepressible!" Acrobats, circus performers and through it all struts the Monkey King, cocky & fearless.
Jem loved it and that is what matters. Dinner tomorrow night with those few of our friends who (a) live near enough to come and (b) aren't at moots/weddings/on holiday.
But what I wanted to remember is: my husband turned 40. When he turned 30 I broke my leg at a Moot and he took me to hospital. I had broken up with my first husband Fraser only two weeks before and it would be another 5 months before we got together, and another year after that before we truly started to shake down. He's the best thing, the very best thing that ever happened to me.
Happy Birthday Jeremy.
But some things you want to remember. Yesterday my husband turned 40. His damned employers exercised their usual unerring instinct for these things and sent him to Edinburgh for training. Apparently, even though he had prebooked leave, it was far too important for him to miss. Yeah, right.
But now he's back and tonight we went to see Monkey: Journey to the West at the Palace theatre in Manchester. Fantastic show. Lovely story, written in the 1500's, which is very familiar to those of us old enough to remember the catchphrase "Irrepressible!" Acrobats, circus performers and through it all struts the Monkey King, cocky & fearless.
Jem loved it and that is what matters. Dinner tomorrow night with those few of our friends who (a) live near enough to come and (b) aren't at moots/weddings/on holiday.
But what I wanted to remember is: my husband turned 40. When he turned 30 I broke my leg at a Moot and he took me to hospital. I had broken up with my first husband Fraser only two weeks before and it would be another 5 months before we got together, and another year after that before we truly started to shake down. He's the best thing, the very best thing that ever happened to me.
Happy Birthday Jeremy.
