Queens ice skating rink, in London, Nov 1959.

I was this eighteen year old smartass, all mouth and hormones, but a reasonably good skater, and when she made a crash landing right at my feet, I took the p*ss out of her quite unmercifully.

She just laughed and rejoined her friends.

Then I lost adhesion on a turn and ended upside down against the wall. There she was, of course, and for five minutes I had to take it on the chin.

After a long engagement we married, and the rest as they say is history. Forty years of history, and she still gives as good as she gets, if not better.

Don T.