A Special Day

Today, of course, was FA Cup Final day. 

Now the fact that Chelsea did the double is of great significance and had added value as I watched it with my Yorkshire Uncle in his Welsh house (whilst he is also a Manchester United supporter).  There is a certain irony in me mentioning that being a Chelsea supporting London based Welshman. The "Huffty" was also very excited when Kitten put him on the phone for me to talk to.

But it is not that I am referring to.

This weekend is also Notoplip's football club's end of season tour, which I go on annually (when fit and able to demonstrate my full range of stretching exercises).  It is scheduled to coincide with the FA Cup final and is a jolly old knees up requiring extreme stamina and a three day suspension of sanity.  Many good times have been had despite me not being a member of the Football Club and not having kicked a football in earnest (other than with Huffty) since I left junior school at the age of 10.

But it is not that I am referring to.

It also "The Eccentric Golfer's" birthday and I hope that he has had a fine one.

But it is not that I am referring to.

It is the anniversary of my first date with Kitten.

The 15th of May 1999 was the start of our journey.  Like any relationship it has been full of ups and downs with many joyous times and also more difficult times.  We have been growing together for eleven years and, like anything, the value of our relationship can be be determined by its silent quality or, expressed differently, its underlying and natural strength (the essence of that which flows through it with need, demand or question).  In this case...

Love.