It was a Friday night home game versus Chelsea. March 12 1982. After the game I met, on a first date, the woman who 12 months later would become my wife. Earlier this year we celebrated our ruby wedding anniversary and I can, with hand on heart, say I love her more with each passing year. Still my best friend, but now my carer as I struggle with health issues. I would lay my life down for her in a heartbeat.
I was re acquainted with Fisty Palmer two months ago and I can honestly say it has never let me down .
This love-fest thread reads like a fkn Mills and Boon novel (with apologies to Barbara Cartland.) But surely the question is - Is this devotion/love heaped by BBSers on their partners reciprocated by these partners?
oh I dunno Jay. After that last one of mine I’d rather Wednesday win the Champions League. Instead I’ve devoted my life to my kids and my record collection!
Great story. Your wedding could be the next BBS gathering as I'm sure she wouldn't mind dozens of randomers from a message board turning up