Back in 1969, as a pimply teenager, I used to run a disco on a Thursday night in the village community centre. I was dating the Extreme Knitter at the time, but because she lived 16 miles away and it was a school night, she wasn’t able to come over, so at 10pm every Thursday night I always played our song for her.
Stevie Wonders “My Cherie Amour”.
We celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary this year and I’m going through my mid life crisis (Yes, I plan to live to 126 years old). I started to realise that there is so much we haven’t done or experienced.
I decide I didn’t want to die without having a tattoo. Anyone that knows me will be shocked, because all my life I have been anti tattoo and I could never understand why people would disfigure themselves.
I took a giant risk and didn’t tell the Extreme knitter that I was having one. With help from my Grandson the deed was done.
Here is the result on my upper arm.
“Are you still together” I hear you ask.
After the initial shock at the unveiling and needing to have sit down, she loved it.
I don’t know what I would have done if she didn’t.
Onward to the next adventure.