Thought for the Day
A book of which the first chapter is written in poetry,
and the remaining chapters written in prose.”
~ Beverly Nichols
*John Beverley Nichols
(9 September 1898, Bower Ashton, Bristol, England – 15 September 1983, Kingston, London, England), was an author, playwright, journalist, composer, and public speaker.
Who would’ve thunk?
Twenty five years ago today a woman I know took a bold and risky step into the sacred world of matrimony. Ignoring the advice of family members, friends, well-wishers and local authorities, her head a swirl with wedded bliss or possibly infatuation, she married a man she had known less than eight months. No-one really knows what she was thinking then… or now! Perhaps she had given up hope on ever finding Mr. Right and settled for the next best thing, Mr. Wrong’s brother-in-law.
It soon became apparent to her that the man she had fallen in love with had many disorders most of them mental…
A woman with compassion more than any woman who I’d known before, except my mother, who’s philosophy on life is Live and Let Live, she has a kind love and admiration for all living things; plants, insects, animals, and even most humans, and yet for twenty five years shew has endured a life with a grouchy, opinionated, arrogant, obstinate poo-poo head like me… I am the luckiest man on earth.
My lover, My Best Friend, My Wife Susan,
I Love You now more than ever!