Nine years, told properly
The short version is on the front. This is the one with the dog in it.
The fire alarm
Meeting Street, March 2018, a Tuesday. Ivo had come out of a dentist's waiting room two doors down and joined the wrong evacuation. Harriet was holding a coffee for a colleague who never appeared. We stood there for forty minutes and neither of us went back inside.
The apartment with the radiator
Two years in a second-floor walk-up on Rutledge Avenue with a radiator that could be persuaded but not repaired. We learned that we argue about nothing, cook well together, and cannot share a desk.
Mabel
A hound mix of uncertain provenance, adopted in 2021, who walks at exactly the speed she has decided on. She will be at the mill for the ceremony and then, firmly, in the cottage.
The mill
Ivo's grandparents, Peggy and Alan, were married at Harnaby in October 1961 with sixteen people and a cake made by a neighbor. We went to look at it in June last year, mostly out of curiosity, and were still standing in the yard an hour later.
Peggy is ninety-four and will be in the front row.
