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I have a confession to make. We got married. We never felt the need before. I, and EaZyD too, firmly believe that people stay together because they want to and, if they don’t, a piece of paper makes no difference. Illness did cause a small shift in my position on this.
For some time, it looked like I might die… Yep, really. Worse, it was possible that I might become physically paralysed, breathing only with machine. I knew I would want that machine turned off. I knew the only person I could trust to make that decision, at the right time, if I could not, was EaZyD. I knew, if I died, I wanted everything I have to go to EaZyD as easily as possible. The only way to achieve this was to get married, so we did.
We told no-one except our witnesses – my longest, best friend, LBF, and a close mutual mate of the three of us, Purple Joe. It was a Registry Office exchange of vows to the sounds of Erykah Badu and Ziggy Marley singing, I’m so in love with you. After the service, we all zipped up the motorway to Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons for a celebration meal.
As well as being friendly to wheelchairs, Le Manoir is a restaurant of special significance to us as we went there for the very first meal we ever had at a Michelin starred restaurant a lot of years ago. They were so charming to us as we giggled over the menu, in French at the time, and unbelievably expensive wines. The whole experience was fabulous. We still have the menu and receipt for that meal along with the glowing memories. It seemed particularly apt to celebrate our commitment by going back there with our close friends and adding another chapter of happy memory. Cheers xxx.
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