On this day back in 1985 Mrs Tin (or Miss Not-tin, as she then was) and I got married.
It was the Saturday before Live Aid, that’s how far back it was.
We were basically children. I was twenty-seven, while Mrs Tin was just twenty-two, younger than any of our own children are now.
But that was what you did back then. There was no living-in-sin – and at that time it was still called living-in-sin – so if you’d been going out together a few years and decided that you were in love, you got a ring, you got a mortgage, and you got married.
Plus life-expectancy was about forty-eight, so it didn’t do to hang about.
And here we are, thirty-five years later, still together, still in our same first house, and still in love.
Google tells me that this is our Coral Anniversary. I have no idea what to do with this information. Google also tells me that corals form reefs, which I already knew, and that they breed by ‘broadcast spawning’, which I did not. Perhaps it’s intended to give us something to talk about during our long day together.
Because we will be spending it together. Although lockdown is theoretically over, I’m still being urged to work from home, so today will be the one hundred and fifteenth consecutive day on which we have spent all day together.
If ever you want to test a relationship, that must surely be how.
And it has gone brilliantly. In the first place we get to sleep for two hours longer each morning now that I don’t have to get the bus into Dublin, but in addition we go for a walk together every day, we watch crap together on the telly each evening and we’ve been having a wonderful, calmer, more joyful time.
Young and all as we were, it looks like we made the right decision all those years ago.
Happy Anniversary Mrs Tin, wife, lover and soulmate.