Last weekend I posted something about how much I'd moved on since my wife had died. It was posted on Sunday, but it was talking a look at the Saturday, which would have been our sixth wedding anniversary.
I hadn't spotted the date today until I saw a newspaper at Lunchtime. It made me pause for a moment, shake my head, and then carry on with my day.
It wasn't like this on this date last year. Last year on this date, I watched it coming with dread for the whole of the preceding week. It was a hard day when it came. This year, I almost forgot.
Today is the 23rd May. Happy birthday Anne.
And I'm delighted that I forgot your birthday.