About twelve years ago* we were invited to a friend's soiree to celebrate her twenty fifth wedding anniversary.
'Twenty five years!' I said to her, 'how have you managed to stay together that long?'
'That's easy,' she answered, 'you just don't leave.'
Today is our twenty fifth wedding anniversary and I find that Joanna was quite right. Our marriage is a bit like our old bed: it fits our shapes, we both have our comfy spots in it, there are a few lumps in the mattress that sometimes disturb the sleep of one or other of us but we have become accustomed to it and can mostly shift over and nod off again. A new one might be exciting but it would take years for it to become quite so accommodating. The odd rampant spring not withstanding.
The two of us, a bit worse for wear, at the dog end of a party a few years ago. Stevie loves this photo which is why I've chosen it, even though I was much plumper then.
*where has the time gone!?