I remembered why!

Lying in bed this morning, struggling to wake up, I remembered what made me start thinking about my first home yesterday.

I haven't been sleeping well - lots of weird dreams - and it's an effort to get up in the morning. The temptation is to stay abed. But I know I'll feel even worse if I do because that'll just make me feel guilty.

I didn't have those concerns when I was a teenager or even in my twenties. When Husband and I were dating, on a Saturday morning Husband would do his weekly shop at Tesco's, take the food home and put it away, and then drive across Swansea to see me. 

If he were lucky I would be up and dressed; more often I'd still be in bed. It would only be the thought of the cream cake I knew he would bring with him that roused me.

I think that weekly ritual revolving around food set the tone for our relationship and our marriage. I knew he was the man for me.