Wedding Annie 63, and East Wing comments

Today's the 63rd anniversary of our wedding, in the mad dash to get Handsome Partner's dissertation finished and accepted before leaving the UK for the University of Wisconsin. Stony broke students.

We're cutting the cake in the student Union building which hosted our reception, their first. My dress was borrowed, the cake was a wedding gift, the few flowers and greenery donated by the catering staff at the Union. The winter had been so brutal that no flowers were available, usually supplied from the Scilly Isles, but few that year. The photographs were a wedding gift, including this one. 

The things we didn't know were to come in our lives.  Just as well, really. 

Today I think there was a mix-up with the weather. We were supposed to get rain to wash away the remaining snow. But I woke to this 

Pretty, and this was definitely the winter to be car-free.

Back to the immediate future. If you're in the US now's your chance to register official comments about the benighted ballroom idea T***p is trying to build. 

 

You'll know it went through when you get a confirmation email, as I did.

Meanwhile it's Presidents Day, to celebrate real ones, that is. And I find we're nearly at Shrove Tuesday and pancakes. Noted. Meanwhile, more granola breakfast bars happened yesterday and went nicely with coffee for breakfast today. 

I offered a couple to my neighbor, and he declined since they don't eat breakfast! I didn't argue the point, but you don't have to live in Yorkshire to eat Yorkshire pudding. Or march on Salisbury Plain for a Salisbury steak.  

But I'm happy to have more b bars for me! This batch included walnut pieces and chocolate chips. An energy explosion. I am definitely flagging, and can use the fuel right now. 

Happy day everyone! Eat what you want when you want it, there's no law! Sez Ted and Big Ursy and Pony 

Still my flag, a bit battered but we'll reclaim it, you'll see.