We are Bound By All the Rest...

Happy Birthday Husband of Mine.

On your first birthday we spent together, I bought you a Rude Cross Word Puzzle, a packet of personalised condoms, and a mug.

You had called me from the ship when it docked in the morning, and I bounded down to meet you, you were hyper excited and came upstairs in your whites and dragged me down stairs to the mess to say hello to everyone. That was lovely; sailors have no shame, I liked how you didn't seem to notice I was sitting in a mess with 8 other sailors in very states of undress, sleep, stun, and was mortified.

I took your bag away, and I met up with you later on that evening, and we went out on the town with all the boys, who had very kindly filled up your overnight bag with lots of tinnys of red death.

We got incoherently drunk, danced a lot at the disco and staggered back up the road together. Those were the days.


(Not that these days aren't just as much fun, but just in a different way)