Along comes marriage and the baby in the carriage. Normal work must be found to buy the nappies and the formula (as the pup will not suck). Hence contract work with Dublin companies and the Hen Business. The circumstances of “The Marriage” were influenced by my and our ‘Leap without looking natures,’ though that quality is (was) more mine than my husband’s. It was my idea to apply for the marriage licence, on the Monday morning after our Friday night meeting.
He foolishly agreed. We met, were married and had Robert, in a race that began in the late and early hours of March 8th/9th 2002 when we first met, to a wedding on June 20th and the birth of Robert at six minutes past midnight on November 9th, the same year. Robert and I were mainly separated from his father for the first five years of the marriage, due to the latter’s alcohol addiction, which I did not tolerate.
Each time he hit the bottle after short abstinence, I hit the visa button on Ryan Air’s site and booked him a one way ticket back to Merseyside, where his complicated life began. In brief, he is here now sitting opposite me on.
