Shell shock..

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There is a superstition, which I  have found to contain more than a grain of truth,  that bad things come in threes, as in the three horsemen of the apocalypse. Four horsemen, I hear you say, but. according to my research, three was the original number, and whether we are in agreement or not is immaterial to me because three horsemen suit recent events in our household. We have endured and cured the blocked drains, the flooded kitchen and broken water heater and, in so doing, have also had the pleasure of watching the diminishing dust cloud created by those three apocalyptic horsemen disappearing, in disarray, over the metaphysical skyline.

Victorious, yet again, over life’s capriciousness, we are  ready to spend the day reminiscing and remembering our 40 years of married life together. The nearest thing to a ruby that I could find, both with regard to budget and colour,  to commemorate this ruby wedding was a  crab. So, Ruby the Crab will be the centre piece of the celebration. Ruby is not looking that happy about it, but crabs are not renowned for their joie de vivre which is not surprising as the majority of their encounters with humans end badly. They occasionally get to nip a toe which cannot be considered as compensation for being lunch. Missionaries of old would regularly end up in the cooking pot, but their popularity as lunch was never in competition with the crab. Had it been so, we would be tucking into a cauldron of “fruits de l’eglise” which would certainly have helped to spread the word, but more in the fashion of Gentleman’s Relish on toast rather than on the scoreboard of converted heathens. Back to Ruby. Ruby’s going to be a key player in “Spaghetti al Granchi0” which, sadly for Ruby, is not an opera but, as is so often a crab’s lot, lunch. Ruby did not surrender her flesh easily. Getting food out of a crab runs a close second to blood out of a stone. That a crab is bloodless is a bonus , taking into account the mediaeval intricacy of tortuously tantalising each flake of flesh from its armoured carapace.

Lunch with Ruby was better for us than it was for her being that we had plenty to talk about that would only have bored her to death.

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47 Responses to Shell shock..

  1. Happy 40th. What is the secret to your success? Please enjoy that crab thoroughly.

  2. Ruby not being a part of the discussion was more a Godsend for you. All they ever do is crab. 😀

  3. Mad Dog says:

    “Missionaries of old would regularly end up in the cooking pot, but their popularity as lunch was never in competition with the crab.”
    Don’t you believe it – I shared a flat with a Fijian when I was at college, he assure me that long pig was exceptionally good before it got banned. He even had his Granddad’s brain extractor (and other tools) pinned to the wall 😉
    Congratulations on the ruby anniversary!

  4. Well, congratulations on 40 years! Impressive!

  5. Eha says:

    The really good, warm and wonderful: hope you have a wonderful 40th celebration with or without Ruby 🙂 ! But why cannot ‘Spaghetti al Granchio’ be somewhat operatic: the star, in this case Ruby, comes to the usual grizzly end . . . 😀 !

  6. Lori M-I says:

    Joyeux anniversaire de mariage

    Poor Ruby. I’m sure she was delicious
    As the Rolling Stones sang
    There’s no time to lose, I heard her say
    Catch your dreams before they slip away
    Dying all the time
    Lose your dreams
    And you will lose your mind.
    Ain’t life unkind?

    Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
    Who could hang a name on you?
    When you change with every new day
    Still I’m gonna miss you…

  7. Pam says:

    Once again you put a smile on my face. Maybe that’s the secret to a long and happy marriage !

  8. Congratulations Roger and Jen!

  9. cecilia says:

    FORTY YEARS! My goodness your wife must be a saint! Happy day indeed. I am sure you will find some ruby wine for later. Have a glorious day.. c

  10. margaret21 says:

    40 years eh? Many congratulations. And I’m with the previous comment. Crack open some very good ruby wine.

  11. Happy Anniversary! It is weird how bad things do come in threes. I’m not very superstitious but I find I can rely on that 3 rule.

  12. Many, many congratulations to you both – what a wonderful achievement! Getting meat out of a crab is indeed like getting blood out of a stone, but just a little easier than shucking an oyster…was going to say something cheeky about a celebratory shuck…but I’ll refrain 😉

  13. ChgoJohn says:

    Happy 40th Anniversary, Roger. From what I’ve been told, the second 40 are a breeze.

  14. Flora says:

    Happy anniversary Roger! I’m guessing Ruby was delicious as most of her kind are 🙂

  15. Congratulations on reaching this milestone Roger – wishing you many more crab lunches 🙂

  16. I hope you and Jenny enjoyed your anniversary, Roger.

  17. Oh, yum, crab. Happy anniversary, Roger: doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun? As for Ruby, I am a confused soul, torn between pity for her plight and memories of crab sandwiches at Port Isaac, and watching crab races on the harbour staged by heartless young crab-jockeys poking them to improve form.

  18. Forty years … congrats!

  19. Happy Anniversary, Roger!

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