Some friends are celebrating their wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks time. The schedule for the day goes something like this – trip to London, tube to Tower Bridge, stand on the embankment and look at the King of Poker-Faced Hokum, take the train home where the blushing bride will put on her wedding dress (that hubby has fetched down from the loft), turn the music (70’s disco) up loud and dance away the night at the anniversary disco.
It takes all sorts you know.
And what’s wrong with 70s disco??
I think that is beautifully romantic. I’d like to do the same come next March. Only airfares might be too pricey.
Who is minding the son & hair (sic).? (my nomination for his new name).