Thirty years is a long time to be
married. Ask me. I know.
When we celebrated our twenty-ninth wedding anniversary, Jessica declared
that steps must be taken for our thirtieth.
Helen demurred. No one, she said,
celebrates their thirtieth. Forty,
yes. Jessica disagreed. After all, she said, by the time Mum and Dad
get to their fortieth, they’ll be too old to enjoy it. Yeah, right.
Watch this space, is all I can say!
So The Party was organised. Jessica took charge and did a brilliant job,
booking the hall, sending out the invitations, arranging the buffet, organising
the DJ (our old mate, Keith) and his pal, Archie and keeping me and Peter
firmly away from any knowledge whatsoever of the party, apart from telling us
when we had to turn up.
And it was wonderful. There were balloons and cakes and dancing
and, best of all, lots and lots of friends who turned up for a really brilliant
evening. Elspeth did a fantastic
presentation summing up what you can actually achieve in thirty years – watch it
here on
The title is "Dolores and Peter - This is your life!" and it was great to see what a warm reaction it got.
It was one of those evenings where you
truly felt that it couldn’t have been better.
So, if you were there on Saturday – didn’t we have a good time! And if you weren’t – well, I wish you’d been
there.
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