Tomorrow Mrs GOF will be 50
The final statistic required by inquisitive long term readers who will now be able to reach a conclusion as to the extent of GOF's original cradle snatching achievement.
I will now provide them with some thinking time to do the mental arithmetic. (I'll just hum along in the background)
Hmmmmm da de doo da hmmmmmmm
OK. All done? Let's go.
I am going to uncharacteristically get all romantic and soppy today.
At this very moment Mrs GOF is wandering around the house wailing
"I don't wanna get old" and pleading with the cat and me to do something about it.
Mrs GOF scooped me up from the carnage of a previous marriage wreck a very long time ago. She must have seen in me some things which I did not see in myself.
She is probably the most friendly, sociable, good natured, outgoing
(and talkative) person ever to live on this planet.
We are complete opposites, miraculously attracted in a little project of life to care for each other.
In acknowledgement of Mrs GOF's major milestone, I would like to offer her the words of John Lennon's "Woman"
Woman I can hardly express,
My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness,
After all I'm forever in your debt,
And woman I will try to express,
My inner feelings and thankfulness,
For showing me the meaning of success,
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside the man,
Please remember my life is in your hands,
And woman hold me close to your heart,
However distant don't keep us apart,
After all it is written in the stars.
Happy birthday, my dear Mrs GOF.