Oh that's sad bluesapphire. We were back ten years before you. BMH, where our first son was born, was still there but the big roundabout just down the road from it (where our car had a puncture when I was just a few days short of 9 months pregnant!) had become a light-controlled intersection. We couldn't return to the church where we were married at RAF Tengah because it was now a Malaysian Air Force Base, so we renewed our vows at St Andrews Cathedral instead (it was our Silver Wedding). Such happy memories. We hired a taxi for the day to take us to all the places we remembered and the driver joked how would do it again for us for our golden anniversary. Sadly that didn't happen as DH died just two years later. Memories are so precious, aren't they.
