Hubby came back from a good row yesterday. You have to feather and blade!!
Then as we were sitting having coffee, he asked me how many years we would be married next year. Thirty f*cking years.
The cox of the boat is a little wizened old lawyer from Dublin who loves art and he suggested that we visit Venice for our anniversary.
Well I didn’t need a reminder. Planes and Airbnb booked within the hour.
It is next April which seems like a long way away.
I may have to do Miami in the meantime.