Sunday, 25 January 2015

Some Things Will Never be Forgotten

It's not been a great weekend for the Auld Reekie Ranter. One of those weekends when just about everything that could go wrong did go wrong. We all have them  - times when you just have to forget and move on.

Three weeks from my wedding to the lovely Marion and one or two hitches have emerged. Nothing that can't be overcome but the pre-wedding nerves are jangling just that little bit more.

Hearts lost in the league for the first time this season just to add to the woes of the weekend. A weekend that would have seen my grandmother's 106th birthday and my father's 76th birthday.

I think they would have both approved of my bride-to-be, particularly my father who would, I'm sure, have declared Marion far too good for me. And he would have been right.

Today is also Robert Burns' Day, Scotland's famous national poet, who was born on this day in 1759.

It may have been a weekend to forget for the Ranter - but some things will never be forgotten.


miruspeg said...

That's a lovely photo of your father Mike.
Yes bad days seem to last a lot longer that good days but they each have 24 hours....stating the bleedin' obviously eh!!
May many many good days come and stay for long long time.
Keep smiling
Warmest heart hugs
Peggy xxxxx

Mike Smith said...

You always have the right words, Peggy. Thank you, my friend.

Lilly said...

Aw Mike I am hoping that things are back on track again now. We have never met I know but I have read your writing for a lot of years it seems. You are one of the good guys and Marion loves you for who you are, good and bad. She is as lucky as you Mike and together you are going to have a great future. Just wait.

Mike Smith said...

Thanks, Lilly. You're quite right - Marion is a lucky girl..!