And it don't seem a day too much...

Well, that was a quick forty years, I must say.

My Granny's wedding ring, with added ruby. Thanks, Mr L! (He got a watch. Not so interesting, in my view, but he likes it.)

John Anderson*, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld**, John,
Your locks are like the snaw***;

But blessings on your frosty pow,

John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot****,
John Anderson, my jo.

Robert Burns

*This is not actually his name

** Only a bit

*** Not completely. Mine are also a touch snawy

**** Not yet, however, I hope. 

Love you, old chap! And here's to a few more cantie days before we're finished.

And happy anniversary also to Thimbleanna and her chap!

Also - good luck to our various family members attempting to get to Edinburgh this afternoon for our celebration dinner tonight - by train and car, through flood, wind, fallen trees, downed power lines... . Hope to see you all soonish!