I know that many people will be remembering the start of the Blitz today and I too will be thinking about that.
But I shall also be thinking about another event which happened seventy five years ago. On 7th September 1940 my parents were married.
They were married just a few miles from where I live now, and the wedding breakfast was at my grandparents farm. My great uncle officiated (he was rector of a nearby parish) and it was by all accounts, a wonderful celebration. He was obviously a modern sort of vicar as he wouldn't allow my mum to promise to obey her husband which was just as well!
My parents met when my mother gave my father a boiled sweet at the end of a football match in which her brother was on the same team. He always had a bag of boiled sweets with him when I was a child but I didn't know the reason until after he died.
Their marriage was truly "till death do us part" which sadly came just over 55 years later when my father died in 1995.