It was 25 years ago today that I first met the not-wife. Where has the time gone since I met a quiet 17 year old at a pub in Gidea Park?
The painting is a take on Waterhouse's Ophelia and was done by my friend Suzy for the not wife's 37th birthday.
Elasticwaistbandlady did a sweet tribute to us in her own inimitable style over at the Smiling Infidel She is quite right the not wife endures the poorly aimed piss stream laughs courteously at my lousy jokes that are repeated ad nauseam and yet she can usually best me in an insult match. On the other hand I do know my place and that is below her, Robyn, Ted, Bebe, Mimi, the spider in the kitchen and the wood lice in the bathroom. At least I still outrank the cat fleas...
Here's to another 25 years. Perhaps we will astound ourselves and tie the knot!