Somethings will Never Change

39 Years ago -  I met Himself in the August.  We had a couple of dates, I went to America, he went to sea.   I wrote to him.  He wrote to me, and In September when I started back at Uni in the city - he moved into the flat with me. 

It was quite sudden, but when you know, you know. 

About 3 weeks after he moved in, he went away to sea, for a couple of months - Europe.    We wrote.  No mobile phones.    When he returned, He got the train over from Rosyth, and I agreed to meet him in this pub in Rose Street. 

It still looks exactly the same.   I sat in the far right corner you see in this photo, and he came, and my heart flipped. 

I think he had been away longer than the short few weeks we had been together. 

He raked about in his back and handed me a beautiful ornate box of chocolates, and a wrapped up box.   It was a bottle of perfume.  I was stunned.  I hadn't had a boyfriend before who bought me things.   And definitely nothing as exotic as these chocolates and this beautiful perfume. 

I knew then, I'd be with him forever, but I didn't know that 39 years later, we'd be sitting in the same pub and nothing looked like it had changed. 

(Apart from the staff / the tv's / the wrinkles / the arse.)



After we were in here, we had a lovely walk along Princes Street gardens.  I pointed out the bench where he proposed to me... and he said "you are talking rubbish, it was the benches further along there, and further back".  ha ha ha!   I tried to trick him but it didn't work.   


We then had a visit to the Johnny Walker experience.  Very Disney.   Whisky is very lovely.   We were quite drunk.   Then we went to .....  the hotel and checked in and had a take out from the Fishmarket at Newhaven.