"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde
I view long, happy marriages as W C Fields viewed women and elephants – very interesting to look at, but you wouldn’t want one in your own home. But on Saturday, dearest chum Hannah and her bigger half Ian (one of the Patient Husbands of these pages) renewed their vows after ten years of marriage. There was poetry; there was happiness; there was blubbing. A jolly nice bash all round. If you want to hear the poem I wrote for the occasion have a listen to my podcast later this week.
This week I decided on the words for my companion stone; wrote a piece for Hannah and Ian; added to a fairly shameful collaborative poem by the Fourpenny Circus gang; and visited Derby Hospital with Hannah to present a calendar we are working on. Meanwhile George Edward Jesson (below) had the altogether more impressive achievement of being born, ambling into the world on Wednesday after two days of concentrated effort from his mother. Here he is with his dad Jonks – modelling roughly the same haircut too.
I apologise to a lovely librarian known (for our own private reasons) as Oi – and to all her colleagues – for my reference last week to a man who ‘looked like a librarian’ but drummed rather violently. Dear Oi has rightly slapped my wrist, and indeed her lot at Chester are particularly stylish as I recall. Will that do, do you think?