Happy anniversary

It was our anniversary on Saturday and Alex asked me where I was going to take her. After some searching I came up with a plan and suggested that in a neat little corner in our end of London, we go to see the King’s Speech and follow this with a nice meal. We could round of the evening at an Irish session and a pint of Guinness. Is it your anniversary or ours Alex asked with raised eyebrows (she’s not that fond of sitting in darkened theatres watching a film in the company of strangers, you see). But she rallied and said it sounded good.
But on checking the address of the pub where the session was Alex discovered that the session finished its run the previous Saturday. Undeterred, we decided to go to a different corner of London to catch the movie and before long we were strolling down Upper Street, window shopping and eyeing the plethora of restaurants for later.

We bumped into my old friend, George and heard about his efforts to pin down who is actually responsible for restoring the clock tower at Highbury. It was so good to see him and be informed by him on a wide range of subjects. The time slipped by unnoticed as daylight gave way to darkness in his company. We missed the 4.20 showing of the film down at the Angel and it was a race against time in the queue for seat for the 5.20. By the time we got to the desk it was already on 8 minutes and the seats were gone anyway. The 6.20 was sold out as was the 7.20. Enough.

We elected to go the market pub in Camden Passage to plan the rest of our anniversary. We discussed cuisine and we both leant towards European as we watched the stall holders pack up. French or Italian Alex asked. I don’t mind. Then we discussed the status of Turkey. Is it European or Asian we debated stroking our chins. I know if George was with us the matter would have been cleared up in a flash. But by that stage he was tucked up at home penning an article for his local community news vis a vis the state of play regarding the clock tower. So we agreed to head to the The Mercury and as backup we would try Gallipoli At this stage backups were becoming essential. So we wrapped up and headed off into the chilly night in search of food. On our way to the Mercury we came upon a little Italian up a side street, took a chance and we got a table. Easy peasy.

It was a lovely anniversary. It was in fact the first one we celebrated in our six years together. It’s worthwhile taking the time out to mark these occasions.