And now an alternative version, which needless to say I much prefer! Hope you enjoy.
29 April 2012
Today was Ruth's birthday, and it was the first birthday I've celebrated properly in more years than I care to remember. We spent the morning in bed and the afternoon on the beach with a picnic and the Sunday papers. The evening we whiled away over a banquet in her favourite Thai restaurant. We talked of something and nothing. We talked of the Grand Tour. At long last, we dare to plan. I suppose to many that must seem a fairly run of the mill Sunday; to me, to us, after everything, it meant the world.