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.
4 comments:
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
You always have the right words, Peggy. Thank you, my friend.
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.
Thanks, Lilly. You're quite right - Marion is a lucky girl..!
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