Today is our silver wedding anniversary. As we rounded the corner into Covent Garden this morning, a string quartet were playing the same Vivaldi piece that my Dad put on for me at home on the morning of the wedding.
Being married to Frank is, at times, a little like herding cats. He has, however, the biggest heart and an enduring ability to make me laugh. I have never had a moments doubt that if I needed his right arm he would give it me without a moments thought.
There's more.....we have shared the last 25 years with George and Eg who have inherited their father's heart and humour. I'm very lucky.