A lot of things happened while we were away not least of which is that I got to see a video of our dear friends' wedding - 41 years ago. At the time of viewing I was visiting them (in the city) but my husband was further north 'on safari' at his nephew's game farm, where his older brother, now ten years retired, enjoys many happy hours managing the game/fences/bore holes/repairs etc. My hubby is thus equally in his element. (Each to his own). I meanwhile happily shopped and caught up with my girlfriends. So there we were, watching this rather amateur production with its fascinating memories: actually, I wasn't there, the wedding took place about two years before I met my husband. But there he was: I have to say, I asked for the 'Pause' button to be operated whenever there was a glimpse of my beloved, tall, slim and blonde - and yes, I had to torture myself trying to have a good look at his girlfriend of the occasion. As I thought: a complete contrast to myself: a nice-looking brunette with a good figure. I tried in vain to catch them in a passionate clinch during the dancing, but they seemed to stay at their table. I experienced a tinge of jealousy: yes, that's what it was. Illogical, I know, but there it is. We want to think that we have always been the sole focus of our beloved's attentions, even if we didn't know him then. Not so? The good part is that when I mentioned this girl to my husband when we were reunited, he couldn't even remember what she looked like nor what her name was. (I promise you, he was not dissimulating - after 38 years of marriage I can recognise this much); more to the point, when my son-in-law phoned me for my birthday and I told him how I had seen my handsome husband of 41 years ago, he jokingly asked me how I knew it was him? That was easy, I replied: "He still has the same yellow/black/white striped tie in his wardrobe and he still can't dance."