Of course, this isn't us, or BS & DH, but a dear old couple who look like they may have
achieved their Diamond Wedding Anniversary. Photo courtesy of Google pictures
I'd like to introduce you to a poem.
Getting on for ten years ago I read this out as part of the Bride's Speech (of course there was a bride's speech, in these days of equality!) at our wedding reception when I married The Husband. It was a grand day, joyful and special from beginning to end, but a particular highlight was the fact that Big Sis (aka Perpetua of Perpetually in Transit, her blog on here) officiated in the beautiful mid-Wales church where she was at the time the vicar. Her DH asked for a copy when he heard it as he was so taken with the sentiments therein expressed. I am pretty sure I e-mailed him the text, but I would like to reacquaint the two of them, Big Sis and her DH, with the words as they approach their 45th wedding anniversary in April this uear.
Being Boring
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
Wendy Cope
