Happy Days

It’s my parents’ 61st Wedding Anniversary today. That’s them in the picture, on their wedding day. Last year, on the Diamond Anniversary, they were pleased to receive a hand-written (if brief) note from The Queen congratulating them on the occasion. I wonder if my parents remembered to return the gesture this year as I appear to have noticed a brief mention in the press that Her Madge & hubby celebrated a similar milestone this month.

I only managed to make it to a meagre 27 years – a mere blink of a cat’s eye in comparison, but still a lot longer than the standard marriage in Soapland. I love soap weddings (not that I watch TV of course, unless it’s the fabulously-acted and immaculately-written Hollyoaks). What always makes me laugh about soap weddings is the way that ordinary people, who usually demonstrate such poverty that they can barely afford a bottle of Lucozade from the Mini-Mart, can suddenly deck themselves out in the finest millinery and haute-couture when called upon to witness a pair of scallies getting hitched down at the local church/registry office/social security office. Incredible.

But more of this later – for now, I have to go. I need to check my bank account for secret donations. Hopefully, I’ll have received one.