Or at least she hasn’t killed me yet
At 12:30 on Saturday the 12th September 1970, I married Mary, the love of my life; although at the time we had only known each other for 6 months.
A couple of weeks before, I told my mum that we were going to find a flat to live in. I was told in no uncertain terms that there was no way that was going to happen unless Mary had a ring on her finger – note that this is my Mum – at 22 years of age I was a little miffed so, trying to call her bluff, I turned round and said ‘OK make the arrangements then’. I should have known better – that wedding was arranged so fast it was like a fairy godmother had come to visit.
When I think back I realise that I never actually asked Mary to marry me – must have been meant for each other though as we made it to here.
I don’t give advice but I think the ‘secrets’ of a successful marriage are:
Make sure you never go to sleep on an argument;
if you do, beware the frying pan whilst you are asleep;
Always say ‘I love you’ at least first and last thing each day – and mean it;
Always remember who the boss is; – and believe me, any bloke who thinks it’s him is either an idiot or not likely to last 50 years . (refer to 1i above )
Be Safe All