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Every year MrM reminds MrsM that 22nd February is a special day because that is when they met for the first time when MrsM was very young, only slightly older than MissM is now.
And MrsM smiles and remembers their first date a few days later.
MrM offered to treat MrsM to fish and chips and so they queued outside the small shop in King Street, Cambridge. It was late and dark but the lights were bright through the windows. Every time the door opened a cloud of steam billowed outwards. MrsM didn't mind how long she queued because she had MrM to talk to. When MrM and MrsM got to the counter the man frying the fish looked at MrsM and said "Is he treating you to a big night out love?" and he gave her a friendly smile and a wink.
MrsM can remember every single detail of that evening because she had fallen in love, although she didn't realise it then.
And it is still a treat to have fish and chips with MrM twenty eight years later.
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Our first date was on Valentine's Day. But it wasn't a date because I'd merely made an appointment with him to discuss how I might help a friend whose marriage was disintegrating. But it was a date because we talked about her for about five minutes and about ourselves for several hours...
ReplyDeleteHappy first-date anniversary!
You two make me smile. Fancy him remembering.
ReplyDeleteAnd fish and chips seems a whole lot more special now.
The first thing we ate together was something I cooked and is imortalized forever in my recipe notebook of the time as 'Seduction Chicken'. Oh to be 19 again...
Lovely. Isn't it nice how important memories really don't fade.
ReplyDeleteoh how lovely - here's to the next 28
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...............:O))))))))))))))))))
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOODNESS! My word verification is "codly"!
Only you could make fish and chips sound so heart-stoppingly romantic! Gorgeous story Alice.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a date worthy of remembering. Good choices were made on that day.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely to look back on an event that changed the course of your life even though at the time you were completely unaware that it would? I remember my first ever date with my husband with similar clarity, especially since 15 years later on the same date, almost to the exact same hour he was holding my hand as I gave birth to our daughter. Sounds like you had the perfect anniversary!
ReplyDeletePS: thanks so much for your lovely message
A treat to read about too...
ReplyDeleteFish, chips and young love - what could be nicer?
ReplyDeleteOn our first date, my husband's hilarious mate pushed him into me and he spilt blackcurrant juice all down my front. That was in February too(17th), but a mere 25 years ago!
Mrs M has graduated to scampi these days - a sign of increasing sophistication I feel.
ReplyDeleteOh Alice - I adore that romance is alive and well in your world!
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22 Feb is CK's and my wedding anniversary!
ReplyDeleteI remember our first date mostly because I paid as he left his wallet at home. He turned up at the pub I worked in the next day to repay the loan using cash in an envelope. The (evil) landlady watched the exchange with a beady and distrusting eye.
That's lovely!
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ReplyDeleteMrsM could not make the game today but laughed like a drain when she saw this on YouTube
- can't do linky things so you will need to cut & paste into your browser. Worth the effort
How lovely. Ain't love grand? Do you know (this is my mum's friend's tip) quite how well fish and chips go with champagne?
ReplyDeleteYou have just reminded me of something eerie that happened this week, which I really should post about.
For our first date I was also a year older than M. We walked down to a bar in the portuguese neighborhood and drank 35 cent beer. Funny or alarming -- I'm not sure.
ReplyDeleteAwww, Happy Fish and Chips-aversary.
ReplyDeleteWe met on the night of the great storm in 1987. Mr DC became confused by the swirling winds and turned a 10 minute walk home into a 45 minute one. He still claims he was giddy with love ... and I choose to believe him.