Monthly Archives: July 2011

Lots of times – lots of places – not to idealise our lives [life] together – we had bad times too:- he felt so wretched with the pain of the hiatus hernia and I hated my job, but we made … Continue reading →

I think my generation now takes car ownership for granted – almost like owning a fridge – and it’s too easy to forget what it meant to a young man brought up in Abergavenny and then working on a very … Continue reading →

And then Hawaii… You get on a plane in cold, grey, early-morning S-F and a couple of hours later you get off and it’s hot and a lovely Hawaiian woman lays a lei around your neck. You are in paradise.. … Continue reading →

In 2006, we exchanged homes for the summer with a couple from San Francisco. Though we never planned it as such, it became our honeymoon. With a week in Hawaii, a trip down the Big Sur to LA and Tijuana, … Continue reading →

…at Colliers Wood. The first, in our kitchen shows the contemplative, quiet Tony [with pony-tail, which I didn’t like BUT I did like his later beard knot]; the second, shows Tony wearing one of his favorite hats -a beret – … Continue reading →

Our pride and joy in Colliers Wood was the living room, but our piece de resistance [if I may and of course I fucking may ! – this is Tony’s and my blog and we can be as pretentious as … Continue reading →

I’m not sure Tony would want photos of him in his dressing gown put on the Internet, but this image is so completely him, so completely informal, so totally the man I lived and loved with that I had to … Continue reading →

Found these this evening, hidden in the corner of my external hard drive. I think they’re from Oct 2006.

Every time we drove up the A34 toward Newbury [on the way to Wigan] and passed this water tower, Tony would announce that that was his diamond ring – just being silly, because he could be, because he was fun … Continue reading →

Almost 2 years to the day, we went on a day trip to Lulworth Bay and nearby Durdle Door. If you’ve been, you know the going aint flat and I was so proud that Tony managed the steep, steep slopes … Continue reading →