I remember not long after we moved to our house, which was in the countryside, putting Bryan Adams "Summer of 69" on the CD player, turning the volume up loud and dancing round the upstairs sitting room with my two sons. They were probably 8 and 9 at the time. The younger one ended up dancing on the coffee table, holding my hands. I remember feeling so unbeliebably happy. I didn't realise our new neighbour was walking his dog in the fields across from the house and could clearly see us from the balcony windows!
Don't recall dancing with them again. The younger one had a covid wedding so no reception, the older one isn't married and haven't attended any functions with either of them.
My one regret is the night before my LH died I looked at him and felt an urge to tell him how much I loved him but dismissed it and told myself I would say it the next day. Sadly he died from a massive heart attack the next morning. He was only in his early fifties. So I never got to tell him.
Early Retirement - have you, would you ?
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
HMRC slightly angry is an understatement
Allege rape in Epsom by asylum seekers
America, three headlines today, help me please to understand!


