Anniversary flowers from Husband? Or not?

Husband went shopping while I did some cleaning this morning. On his return he said, 'Oh bother, I meant to get you some flowers but I forgot.'
'You forgot? Even after I deliberately walked slowly past you with a vase of dead flowers in my hands just before you left?'
'I thought about it.'

In case you're wondering about the photo that was a bunch of flowers given to me by a Zac's regular back in 2008.

Husband and I decided some years ago not to exchange cards or gifts on our anniversary but we did go out for a walk this afternoon and we're eating out tonight.

We walked from Kittle through Bishopston Valley to Pwll Du, a walk that is always further than I expect. And George took advantage of the visit to the beach to rescue some stones.

At least we always think he's saving them but a thought occurred to me this afternoon: perhaps rather than saving stones he's catching them. Some dogs like to catch cats or squirrels. Maybe George just prefers the stone catching option. He's very good at it. And determined. He spent ages in that rock pool trying to catch the stone.

Two things I'm not going to talk about ...

The referendum result and the Wales in New Zealand rugby tour. Okay? Clear?

But apart from that I've had a good week, beginning with an excellent training day with Beyond the Streets in Southampton followed by a visit from Leslie from Canada. 

On Friday, reeling from the referendum result (I said I wasn't going to talk about that) I took Leslie to Tenby calling in at Laugharne on the way home.

Yummy crab salad at Oceans harbour front bistro in Tenby before Leslie took Husband and me out to Castellamare in the evening as it was our 34th anniversary.

The view from Dylan Thomas' writing shed.

Saturday it was closer to home with a trip to Oxwich and the Swansea Jack memorial. Interesting discovery for me: next to Swansea Jack is a memorial to the local men who died in the Boer War, either killed in action or from disease - about equal numbers.