A message from 118

You may have heard that Cathy and I had our wedding anniversary on Monday and I told her that this year we would do something different (by that I mean we would actually do something) and I would take her for a picnic in Thetford Forest. She's no fool and her first question was "Is there a race?" I was honest and said there was but she was still happy to go but made the mistake of forgetting to ask the distance first. When we got there we found out that it was Les and Anne Basham's anniversary as well and we actually got married on the same day, us in Stowmarket and them in Creeting and (you'll never believe this) we all went to Norfolk for our honeymoon.

 

Anyway we both had a good time (in Thetford Forest), I ran, she studied - perfect. It was a scorching hot day so I wore a yellow Joe Cox baseball cap and rather sporty (or so I thought) sunglasses. After seeing my photo on the digitography site I'm not so sure. After the race we had the promised picnic with great company. Cathy had bought Smoked Salmon and various other tasty morsels that appeared to make Grayhame very jealous.

 

The picnic was to be the start of a day that would build to a crescendo. However, Cathy feel asleep in the car on the way home and when we got back I went to bed for a couple of hours. When I woke up, just after 5.00pm, Cathy was also in bed asleep. it must be an age thing because we both decided to put off the crescendo until we both had a bit more energy.