Getting through the days

  We took up ballroom dancing as a result of David's need to do things properly. He didn't want our first dance on our wedding day to be just a shuffle around the floor.  He didn't mention this to me, though, until one Saturday after doing our shopping, he suddenly left me at the bus stop saying "I'll be back in a minute".  He soon returned and led me around the corner, into the Mond buildings and up three flights of stairs to a dance school.  He'd arranged for us to have a dancing lesson then and there. Our teacher put the shopping in the fridge and we took our first steps in the Social Foxtrot. We followed up with the Waltz, and then after the wedding joined the beginners' class. We took private lessons as well. And then we stopped going for a while;  I had some problems with my health, and was also working until 8.30 pm every other week which made it difficult to keep up with lessons.  We never missed an episode of Strictly, and often talked about t...

It's been a bit longer than I planned since last I updated this blog. Other things - nothing very exciting or dramatic - got in the way.     In the early days of our relationship I was trying to understand what David could possibly see in me; how could he be attracted to someone 15 years older than himself?  We were sitting in the pub (The Deer’s Leap, as I recall).  Was it, perhaps, that I wasn’t available for a permanent relationship?  He looked straight at me and said, “Keren, I’m telling you…if you were free there’d be a ring on the table right now!”   David was always very clear that he wanted us to be married.  While I wanted to be with him forever, I didn’t need to be married – I’d been there, done that, worn the long white frock.  I was happy to live with him.  David wasn’t having any of that.  As soon as I was free to do so, we were getting married and no messing about.   He had very firm ideas about the way in wh...