This is what my Sunday looks like. Books, popcorn and bed. Bliss. (The coffee is just out of shot.) My book: The Shape of Water (I have a new Cop-crush.) Sarge’s book: The Body Snatchers (Which I must read at some point this month. The book-group says so.) Back to it. Happy weekend, all! …
I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
And so, as I was saying, a few weekends ago, Sarge and I took Frodo-Bob ring-shopping. Maybe it was the complimentary champagne they gave us in the first shop, but the third ring I tried on made me cry. It was as if it had always been there. I (grudgingly) left it to traipse around other shops. But every other ring looked like costume jewellery. Which has its place, but not on your wedding finger. And there was no more…
