Mr Chalk and myself had the pleasure of a long awaited theatre trip yesterday evening. Although it was not really Mr C’s cup of tea, I had booked for us to see the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical ‘Tell me on a Sunday’ at that beautiful gem of a theatre, the Theatre Royal in Bury St Edmunds.

It’s a one-person show and was performed by the amazing Jodie Prenger, you may remember her from winning a tv competition some years ago to play Nancy in the musical ‘Oliver’. She has the most wonderful voice and she played the part so beautifully.

I explained to Mr Chalk that this musical is quite literally a sound track to my life in the 80s, pre him. Not wishing to garner any sympathy but I did spend a large part of this wonderful decade being dumped, like the heroine in ‘Tell me on a Sunday’. I didn’t have such a glamorous New York existence, but the songs did remind me of a time when I lurched from one relationship to the next, always hoping that I would find ‘the one’. I was even quite ceremoniously dumped in our local night club, in front of all my friends. Whenever people mention the ‘Maltings’ now, it sends a shiver down my spine.

I despaired of ever finding someone who wanted to stay, but then I had a blind date with this quite lovely, funny and kind man. Dare I hope that he could be a keeper, at long last?

That blind date was 34 years ago and yes, dear reader, I am still with the lovely Mr Chalk. Perhaps it was necessary to kiss all those frogs, to then experience the joy of finding my man.

The sound track to ‘Tell me on a Sunday’ took me back to those unsettled, unsteady but it should be said, sometimes quite exciting times in the 80s. But then at the end of the performance I was quite happy to take Mr Chalk’s hand and walk back to the car, looking forward to a nice cup of tea back home.

So very grateful,

Wendy x