I detest Round Robin letters......for all of the reasons we all do, but for once I shall use the format for a backdrop of a personal review of 2015....it's been a red letter year.
We got married in March!
Yes married...........how wonderful was that? In barely a generation, attitudes to gay marriage somersaulted from the prejudice and ignorance of the 1970s and 80's to, if not a total normality,an adjustment and " oh , was that it?" acceptance of the "teens"
The Prof and I were overwhelmed by the messages and cards and gifts we received. We had not expected the reaction, in that strange unconscious way that we didn't kind of deserve it. Weddings were for straight couples and not middle aged poofs like us, and peoples' thoughtfulness and kindness touched us deeply.
Our families and close friends joined together for the first time and we had the best day ever.
I have the ring to prove it too!
The " Doctor" worked hard as he always does and in 2015 he became a Professor. With a promotion came huge responsibilities within the University and I am aware that this change will ultimately take us away to pastures new in the future.
Successful academics always move on to new challenges and greener fields after a while and as Hilda Ogden always said on Coronation Street " The World's your lobster"...
I shall embrace the change when it comes
We experienced the best holiday ever in Australia, ( I still marvel at the memory of the giant fruit bats circling the Opera House at night) and met up with dear old friends who had fat comical kookaburras waddling about on their garden fence.
The Trelawnyd Flower Show remains the last village event of any note and the 2015 show was the " best ever" ( well according to 96 year old Auntie Glad) ......The Show had bunting for the first time too as well as the new tradition of the " International Novelty Vegetable " class...which has caught the public's imagination somewhat....
My dear old co pilot Meg died in 2015, and her absence broke my heart more than I could ever express, but I am thankful that my other "children" filled the void of her constant neediness and
demanding ways. An old bulldog bitch with dubious sexual habits, a new puppy, old retainers George and William and wide eyed Albert, with their constant motion and drama the cottage is never a sombre silent place.....and that's how I like it.
The holes that were left were filled with zombies, scotch eggs, livestock and village life, sporadic babysitting, Samaritan work and the occassional nursing shift. Oh and with blogging, which has been a daily constant of a pretty " uneventful " existence ........all in all it's been a blast
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE WHO VISITS GOING GENTLY