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Yesterday was our 33rd anniversary. If I didn’t have bursitis of the elbow – my god, what next ?! such a collapsing old crock … I would write in depth. About this and a million other things, plenty of them perfumed. But I can’t. Suffice it to say, I came back late from work, we had sparkling and a midnight feast on the balcony, reminisced a little and agreed that we could hardly relate to the kids we were then but were glad to be the versions of ourselves we are now – crumbling skeleton included. We got together on a June 17th. I was out with my friend George. D was out with his friend Elissa. We all danced to house music in the basement of King’s College Cambridge and then flirted and gravitated towards our future partners. Heady days… Congratulations to G and E – we will always have the same anniversary – down to minutes and seconds … x