When Vicky Met Dave

And 1000 Words of Procrastination about My Grandad

I’m not sure how many of my friends now know that I had a first husband. It feels like that was part of a different life, something that happened to a different person. But many of my little idiosyncrasies, I think, come from that time, and from that relationship.

But before I get to Dave, I want to write about where I met him. Snowdon Lodge, as it was o…