It was our 22nd Wedding Anniversary at the weekend and we celebrated it by watching Euro 2012, the Germany v Portugal match. Dougie, romantic old soul that he is, thought he would jolly up the evening for me with a consoling bottle of bubbly. But karma works in mysterious ways: when he opened the bottle, the cork flew out unexpectedly and whacked him on the nose. I laughed rather a lot.
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| Looking sheepish on our honeymoon but also rather gorgeous . |
I shouldn’t really be surprised that our wedding anniversary was shared with Alan Hansen and Gary Lineker. Our honeymoon all those years ago coincided with the World Cup, Italia 90. I remember sunning myself by the pool in Formentera while my new husband sloped off to the TV lounge, primarily to see Scotland beat Sweden in the group matches. He got his comeuppance that year too: losing his wedding ring down the plughole of the bath on the second day of the honeymoon and Scotland losing to Costa Rica and Brazil which put them out of the tournament. For good measure the aeroplane on our return flight narrowly missed colliding with another plane, by a small margin of 4 seconds. The event did make the nationals the following day. You can read the full story in the post: Honeymoon Horror
I must have twitched my nose again, in ‘Bewitched’ fashion, during the World Cup in 1998. We were staying in an apartment in Almunecar, Spain, when Dougie insisted he catch the Scotland v Morocco game. Unfortunately, as he was perched on the edge of a glass coffee table at a crucial point in the match, his backside went through the glass and it shattered into a trillion pieces. Scotland lost 3-0.
We’ll be in Sweden when the Olympics are on. Just sayin…..
Footie… "the beautiful game"… *cough* *cough*
I notice you're always the first to comment when I blog about football. Methinks he doth protest too much… 😉
Ah well, at least you and Dougie don't appear to be jinxing England.
There's time yet. See what happens Friday evening….
Happy Anniversary – do you share a love of football or is your marriage a triumph of compromise…football for him and something else, shoes, jewels, cake say for you?. On honeymoon we listened to cricket in the car as we drove to the lake district……..a cricket commentary in the sunshine is now always a happy feeling for me, even though I don't understand it.
Actually, Libby, I don't mind watching football when it's at international level. I quite enjoy the spectacle of it all. What's made it better is seeing Dougie sitting on the sofa with Rory – for years they have sat together chatting about the games, looking up statistics etc. So it's great as a family to be in the same room! If Dougie were off down the pub to watch a match I would have a different attitude.
There is something relaxing about a cricket commentary. What a lovely memory for you both.
You could always try going on holiday out of season…ahhh, hmmmm. Oh well at least you can be fairly confident you're nnot going to be tied up watching Scotland in anything that involves the word 'final' sometime ever. I enjoyed the Australian coverage of the Olympics – I suspect the language barrier might mar some enjoyment in Sweden.
The thing is, when we went on holiday in June we hit the football tournaments. Now we go in July/August and hit the Olympics. We watched the 2008 Olympics from a variety of hotels in Canada – it was a great experience. At least there was always something of interest on the TV when we crashed out in our room after a day sightseeing.
Dougie has spent a lifetime sobbing over Scotland's lost opportunities 😉
He does look a bit sorry for himself in that picture, you're right 😀 And Dear Lord, I have never read your honeymoon horror story before, I will be having nightmares for weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks :O
The honeymoon story is a bit of a corker isn't it. It's a wonder Dougie has ever flown again as he was never a good flyer to begin with!
The honeymoon story terrified me. Especially as a person who will be flying 20-odd hours home in a few weeks.
Fortunately for me, MrL has never had much interest in watching televised sport, with the exception of the Tour de France, which he records(weekdays) and/or watches faithfully(weekends) each summer. I figure his compulsive three weeks of nearly nonstop watching ultimately equals out to about the same amount of time that the normal (wait, I mean 'average') man spends in watching occasional games over the course of a year.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
Oh, and MrL lost his wedding ring, too – twice…
I'm grateful the sport-watching is restricted to TV watching at home, on the sofa, with the family. Truth be told I don't mind but I don't want that to get in the way of good blog fodder!
Inspired by re-reading your Honeymoon Horrors and my comment thereon, perhaps your best distraction routine would be to walk into your sitting room any time between 5pm and 9.35pm and saying "F**k me, there's a football match on!"
I suggest anyone reading this should go and have a look at your previous comment. So funny. Think I might try this…
I want to remain firmly in the dark (no pun intended… ok, well, slightly) about your honeymoon horror story. I still want to be able to fly, oblivious as much as possible to near misses. He looks very sheepish! But sweet. Lucky for him.
Ooh nothing happened at all, no really, nothing to worry about 😉
Why do I not feel comforted?! x
You are not alone in the football widow stakes but it has meant I've been able to blog in a more relaxed way!
Every cloud, Julia….
Haha, karma's a bitch!
Congratulations though. 22 years is definitely worth celebrating in style.
Not bad going, 22 years. He must have done something right 😉
Congratulations! Not sure how I would react at spending our wedding anniversary watching football, though… ;o) How is Dougie's nose?
Oh, and I emailed the link to your post to Sexy Hubby! Here is his comment:
"I LOVE that post!!!! Verrry funny!!! :o)))))"
Thankfully we are going to a big do this weekend so that will make up for the actual anniversary being spent in front of the goggle-box.
Thank you Sexy Hubby (your Sexy Hubby, not mine, though mine is sexy too…)
Isn't it funny how the nose-bopping, bum -mashing moments you treasure so much. Your husband looks like a J Crew model there (and he looks 18 years old!)
He was 26 in that photo – such a sweet baby face. You can imagine how his patients felt when he began working as a GP. A wee laddie!
You were clearly child bride and bridegroom! And Jody's right – he'd be snapped up by Hollister as a model these days. We celebrate 22 yrs in August. On our honeymoon, I tripped in the bathroom and dislocate my kneecap. Didn't exactly add anything to the holiday….
1990 was a good year!
I wonder how many others had calamities on honeymoon. That sounds very painful. I bet people teased you as to what honeymoon antics you'd been up to!