I can't remember if I've ever told you (and even a search can't find it) that Sharon was my first serious girlfriend and I was her first serious boyfriend.
In 1988, when I was 16 and Sharon was 15, we first started dating. The relationship lasted just 7 months but we continued an "on-off" relationship for years. After a break of just over 11 years, during which I had been married and widowed and Sharon had had both Chloe and James, we ended up living just 200 yards apart. Following a disaster of a relationship with a vaguely phsycho girlfriend, I ended up spending a lot of time over at Sharon's. Inevitably (and not to the suprise of any of our friends) wegot back together. Just 22 months later we married.
Last night, over too much beer, we were reminiscing and going through some letters and photos I'd kept from previous relationships and we came across a pile of photos from 1988 when we were first "going-out". This was my favourite:
Isn't great to know that things work out in the end? And is that a "Members Only" jacket?