by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
Last week was a bit of a milestone for me, or should I say, for us. It was thirty years.
In a blink of an eyelash it feels like only yesterday I was a young bride faltering on the carpet to the alter, yanking dads arm back with a curt “Not so bloody fast” as he tried to walk (more like gallop) me up the aisle and thinking will we make it to twenty-five years, that special figure in anniversaries - oh my goodness that’s a lifetime, you get less for murder.
Ok I’ll be honest, it wasn’t until I was woken at 6am to the aromatic fragrance of a massive bouquet that I remembered it was anniversary day. . . and once again I had forgotten . . . but plans for a weekend-dash-away had definitely been mooted – I’d just morph them into an anniversary celebration.
And what better way to celebrate than to whisk the hubster to the big smoke for a bit of a fancy frock up – the Phryne Fisher way. That’s right, I took the 'man with the spanner' to an exhibition of Miss Fisher dresses.
Yes, I’m still married.
Earlier in the week I had pre-purchased tickets to see the exhibition at Queensland's Old Government House for the Sunday, so it was decided we would head up Saturday and have a romantic night gazing at Brisbane’s stunning skyline and dining from the world-plate at Southbank. I needed Saturday night’s amorance to cancel out my disremembered-milestone misdemeanour.
A little dash of gladsome
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Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
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