The Terrible Twenties

My parents celebrated their Twentieth Wedding anniversary yesterday. My mother was suprised in bed with a card and a gift of the generic but ever-popular toiletry bag. ("Some ten crown thing from Hennes & Mauritz", she tells me) My father, I'm sure, was equally suprised when he got his bouquet of blue spray painted flowers.

"...Blue?"

"Yes, because he's a man."

"...Mum?"

It kinda makes you wonder how they managed to keep together for twenty years, and if they'll make it through the next week. And it makes you appreciate the miracle of true love, give or take a toiletry bag of romance.