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Yay us!

I don’t suppose anyone is keeping count, but today was Uncle B and my eleventh wedding anniversary. Yes, the blog was going several years before we got married.

We don’t really like going out at night, so we took us to an old smuggler’s pub we sometimes frequent for a nice lunch. The inglenook is one of the best bits; it’s big enough to sit in. They have upholstered benches on either side of the fire.

I don’t know if you can make it out (it’s hard even in person) but the design on the fireback is the lion and the unicorn, with the date 1626 between them.

Newfangled thing — the pub was built in thirteen-something.

Have a great weekend! We’re having storms all weekend, with kitten storms predicted inside. No fur lost so far.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 14, 2020, 11:24 pm

Has it really been 11 years already? Congratulations!
As for your celebration, well:

I can’t think of anything better than quietly lunching and slowly drinking away a cold and rainy February afternoon inside an ancient English pub, warm and cozy next to the newfangled inglenook. Sigh… bliss.

All this and a new kitten waiting at home?

Uncle Badger sure knows how to treat his women!

Anyhow, congratulations again…

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: February 14, 2020, 11:29 pm

I think that’s a “9” not a “6”…

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 14, 2020, 11:32 pm

Eleventh anniversary! Hurrah and Congratulations!
May you have eleventyleven more, and may they keep getting happier and happier and happier! And kittenier and chookier and less foxy.

Comment from J. S. Bridges
Time: February 15, 2020, 12:34 am

Congrats on the Eleventh ‘Versary!…Nice having that inglenook thingy to cozy-up in, yes?…

Comment from gebrauchshund
Time: February 15, 2020, 5:54 am

Congratulations! May you have many more!

Gotta agree with ExpressoBold, that there inglenook thingie is three years more newfangled than you thought (still a pre-1630 model though, things really took a turn with that model year).

Comment from catnip
Time: February 15, 2020, 6:19 am

Valentine’s Day..that’s so romantic. Our anniversary is November 11, Veterans Day. (Tells you who we are.) Congratulations, and warmest wishes for a lifetime of happiness together!

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 15, 2020, 11:37 am

Awesome. And the location, perfect. Way too many of us dashing about hither and yon, ‘doing’.

It’s nice to see people ‘enjoying’.
May many (cubed) more come your way.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: February 15, 2020, 11:45 am

Thank you fellow minions.

I’m still wondering whether my muttered ‘could have got less for robbing a post office’ went unnoticed, ignored or saved up ‘for later’.

Only joking… (I hope).

Comment from weasel again
Time: February 15, 2020, 1:19 pm

It definitely says 1629. I’ll see if I can enhance the image for you later, at my desktop machine. I’m enjoying caturday in the librrrrry.

I’ve just realized the thing in the middle is probably the Prince of Wales feathers. Wikipedia seems to indicate there was no P of W in 1629. It was the gap between Charles I and Charles II.

Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: February 15, 2020, 6:06 pm

Late saying it, but it’s nonetheless heartfelt: Congratulations, and may there be MANY more!

Comment from MikeInFairfax
Time: February 15, 2020, 6:19 pm

Hey Swease, could gingers be related to tribbles? Whatever you do, don’t get a second one. 🙂


Comment from iamfelix
Time: February 15, 2020, 11:15 pm

Happy Anniversary, Stoaty and B. Here’s hoping you have many more to come. 🙂

Comment from BJM
Time: February 16, 2020, 3:42 am

Sigh…sounds a perfect anniversary to me. Cheers! To the next eleventy.

@Durned…I just about given up hither and yon…highly overrated nowadays. Our doing is mostly done and we’re into a nesting phase.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: February 16, 2020, 4:32 am

Aren’t the 1600’s when fireplaces with chimneys became a thing in England?
Congratulations you two crazy kids! Here’s hoping for 11 more.

Comment from BJM
Time: February 17, 2020, 2:54 am

@catnip…we got married on Halloween 1966. We were planning a small wedding after the spring term; but in late Oct the Spousal Unit received orders to report for induction Nov 1st. We drove to Carson City and were married along with about fifty other couples. It was so romantic, me in a Family Dog sweatshirt & jeans with a loner bouquet of plastic roses and veil. The judge put everyone at ease with a funny schtick, and each couple received a Polaroid photo. Our photo turned black long ago, but we’re still trick or treating.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 19, 2020, 6:25 pm

Are you really sure that’s a 9?

The “Lion and Unicorn” are the heraldic emblems of England and Scotland. Thus the inscription celebrates the “union of crowns” that existed at the time. That union was renewed with the accession of Charles I to the two kingdoms – crowned in England in 1626. (Though not till 1633 in Scotland.)

But wait – Charles I’s first child “Charles James” was born in 1629. He died the same day, but was buried as “Prince of Wales”. Could the inscription be a memorial to him? Or maybe whoever commissioned it had heard of the birth, but not the death. Perhaps it was made in advance, in the expectation of a boy. Or maybe: the beasts and the date were inscribed in advance. The feathers were added when the news of a boy came – brought by a traveler who left London before the child died. The report of the baby’s death might have been delayed a few days – so the inscription was completed, then left as it was.

I know, this is all very elaborate, but the object seems to invite explanation, and it’s fun to speculate.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 19, 2020, 9:31 pm

I did a little digging, too. Not surprised I didn’t get as far as you did, Rich.

Crappy cellphone pic, but here’s a bigger version. Pretty sure it’s a 9.

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