Today is my 47th wedding anniversary.
Blimey ! Have I been living with my little führer for all those years ?
Yes, I was a mere child when one night at The Streatham Locarno I was waylaid by an older woman who swept me away on a number 59 bus to a land known as Brixton, where she had her wicked way with me, and has since ruled my life as ’she who must be obeyed’.
I can’t say that it has been a bad marriage, although I do get a bit fed up with always getting an apron and rubber gloves for my birthday each year.
Today she has promised to take me out to lunch, so I’m making some sandwiches in the hope that we can find a vacant park bench.
Don’t get me wrong, I have deep feelings for my old ‘trouble and strife’, in fact you might say that I worship the ground that is coming to her.
As today is a special day she has agreed that I can have a second cup of cocoa this evening, but only if I behave myself.
Fortyseven years is a very long time to spend with the same person: so if I could live my life over and do it all again … would I ?
You can bet your bloody life …
… I would. 
