42 years...

Mrs Scroblene and I have been married (to each other of course, don't you know), for forty-two years today!

It's quite an enigmatic number isn't it, 'forty-two'. I mean, there was a great show called '42nd Street', Rowan Atkinson did a sketch where his North East football club were losing thirty-seven - er - nil, so you can add five to that, I mentioned this fact three years ago, when we were celebrating thirty-nine years, so that's another huge fact to ponder, and so the list goes on...

and on...

and on...

It was The Mermaid afterwards, and plenty more after all that...

We're going to my Formation Drinking Establishment for lunch, just to recall that all those years ago, my best man, Bob, picked me up at my old home just a few yards down the road, and whisked me off to Rye Church for the big event! They also do a super fish and chips for pensioners, so romance is definitely alive and kicking!