Tag Archives: marriage

Three score years and ten

I have just realized that today is exactly 70 years since my parents got married in Prospect Road, Swiss Cottage, and were given a pint of milk a day for a year as one of their wedding presents (and they needed it). My Dad died twelve years ago so they only made 58 years, which is still pretty impressive. This year has also been 70 years since they arrived in the UK as refugees from Austria (and of course, we recently had the 70th anniversary of the start of war).

I wonder how my mother has marked this day, if at all. She is 94 now but still living alone, doing her own shopping and cooking, and frequently having nine people round for tea. Which is pretty amazing.

Blogging and marital sex

Blogging is quite definitely like marital sex. I know I mentioned this before, but it becomes more and more apposite. Lots of excited activity at first, then interest and energy tail off, and eventually you reach the point where you really can’t be bothered any more. Perhaps the answer at this point is to start a new blog? However I’m not very happy about the implications of this for the ethics of marriage…