So here it goes, but it's incomplete and my present feeling is just fear, plain, simple and severe.
Just scared ****less basically as I haven't had a general anaesthetic for very many many years.
It's 20 years, yes 20 YEARS ago that JJ and I started dating , just after a painful break up and separation from my husband of 10 years. My old University sweetheart who moved to Canada and caused such chaos in my thinking at the time. But I digress, we are not looking back to the 1980's but at 1993 , November just before the Bonfire night parties and the Christmas parties in North Wales.
Let's remember the red hot passion, the romance the feverish connections and cuddles of that time?
There was the Valentine's Day surprise weekend in York, where the cleaning lady almost found us - giggling and laughing our heads off- in the shower together?
Down the Nile on a cruise first and then lazing at a hotel and sight- seeing in Luxor? The tomb paintings and the statues.
Must have been 1997?
There was the silly evening smuggling pizza into the cinema in a rucksack in Llandudno?
The times we had to pull-over into a lay-by while driving somewhere to - well you can imagine?
Especially when coming down the Rhuallt Hill?
It puts a wee grin on my face just to remember those times...
A little statue we bought in Bath when we visited there BC ( Before Children) that is not necessarily noticed anymore, but summed us up perfectly. Soulmates. Entwined and passionately in love.