When me and Sheila got married, all we had was an oval table, four chairs, a bed, and a painting by Matthew Smith.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't remember my first two marriages... the details are very sketchy.
There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
It became plain very soon after our marriage that ours was to be a literary partnership.
But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.
I always envisioned myself having a traditional and elegant wedding.
I'd imagine my wedding as a fairy tale... huge, beautiful and white.
When I first got married to my husband, he had boxes full of photos of my two stepsons, ages 5 and 8 at the time, and I put them together in some little albums and wrote notes about how happy I was that they were a part of my life.
I wrote my earliest piece for The Sunday Times about being a young wife.
My wife, Sharon, and I started with nothing when we got married. I was driving a 1902 Pinto and eating off a card table.
Music was our wife, and we loved her. And we stayed with her, and we clothed her, and we put diamond rings on her hands.