Anniversary

Today is the 30th anniversary of the day Mrs Oons and I met, at an exhibition. It was Black Wednesday and all was chaos. We went for a cup of tea, talked for about three  hours, and something happened. Along the way there was a wedding but here's the real start. And I wouldn't like to imply that we have a more than healthy interest in hares, or  predictable tastes in cards, but each bought the other the same one.