The festivities of the 75th VE Day turned out to be the surprise pick-me-up that we didn’t know we needed during lockdown until Britain came together with our trademark stiff upper lips & quintessential English street parties of togetherness.
Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
Being apart from each other whether for his wrestling or for my “social” life is sometimes the worst but times like these really are the best of wag times.
For years I’ve dreaded the “where do you see yourself in five years time?” questions because until he put a ring on it, I didn’t have a clue. Now I know exactly what I want.