The 12th march

This forthcoming Saturday, a day I usually looked foreward to, my husband, the man I adore (no past tense as love has no expiry date) would have been 55 on the day of our wedding anniversary.

I went to the cemetery today and cried, I cry a lot, and lovely as it is out there in the open countryside, the sort of place he loved, the part of him that`s there isn`t ""my Cliffy". He`s here at home with me. So this Saturday I`ll be taking that new tube of Autosol out to the shed and will spend some time with Wobble our two wheeled mate and stuff the headphones, I`m gonna blast the hi-fi.

So just for you my fine figure of a man, one of your favs that you would have had your harmonica out to.