I was only 19 when I got married, and I looked 15! (The picture's not me, by the way.)
In my previous post, I remarked that children seem to be in such a hurry to grow up these days.
There IS one exception to this; people get married later. (Which is a good thing in my opinion.)
My (ex)husband was 24.
Not long after we got married, a lady who lived in our street was in the corner shop moaning that her gas fire wasn't working properly.
The shop keeper knew that my hubby was a plumber/gas fitter, so she suggested the lady popped over to my house and ask him to have a look.
We were in the back room eating our tea when she knocked at the door.
I opened the door, and the lady asked,
"Hello, Sweetheart. Is your Dad at home?"
She was really embarrassed when I told her he was my husband.
Hubby was furious when I told him, and promptly shaved off his moustache!
Before I go, I just had to share this with you.
I must have a very cruel sense of humour...........
More blogposts soon!