Come grow old with me
The best is yet to be.
William Wordsworth
Annie’s feet hadn’t touched the ground in weeks. Work was busy as the end of term and final exams were approaching plus she was trying to sell her house, find a new one and plan a wedding all at the same time. It was Friday evening and she and Hugh were driving to spend the night in Edinburgh before travelling on to the Highlands the following morning. This was the weekend that Hugh was officially announcing that Annie was his mate and introducing her to his family.
“You’re quiet this evening, you ok?” he asked as they skirted Penrith on the M6.
“I’m a little nervous if I’m honest, you said Aisling’s parents are going to be at your parent’s house tomorrow.”
