Memories are made of this

On Monday evening I will be joining Bill and Liz, along with a few work mates,to celebrate their first wedding anniversary.
It doesn't seem a year since Liz sat in a glass coach; pulled by two horses along the streets of Corby.
Bill constantly looking back over his shoulder in the church as he waited for his bride to appear and then stand by his side; which she soon did. Why shouldn't they have the opportunities the rest of society are offered? Maybe we all have some sort of learning disability anyway.