Cyril And Tina And Marleen.
My birthday plans have been well and truly pissed on this year, no birthday party not in bed, a mega disappointment.
I am unsure I will be alive for my next year’s birthday party, I want to, but it may not be up to me.
I want to be here so very much, especially with my absolute darling Richie, I still can’t believe my great fortune to meet him here in Amsterdam, in April 1989.
Amazingly despite a tiny set back, when I misunderstood a chat up line, about being told not to eat crisps in my condition.
When I enquired about the type of condition, he told me I was fat; he seemed surprised when I left banging doors.
I even returned twice to see if he realised his comment had upset me, as I wasn’t happy he did, I left and went home fuming.
Once there I phoned him and demanded that he came to see me, which he did right away; good man.
Years later we often laugh at this and many more of my darlings unique endearments, which I am so happy to be still enjoying years later.
Haven’t I been fortunate to find the love of my life and my soul mate and best friend, Richie.
