The pink ribbon on our front-door wreath was around the drop waist of my 1920s 'going away outfit'.
And yesterday I hung the under-dress from that very outfit up with the wreath. It normally hangs on my wardrobe door.
Ben and I celebrated with a lunch out in one of his favourite restaurants (he goes to so many with clients, poor man...) and then spent an afternoon wandering round Toulouse, just doing the kind of things you don't do with sons in tow - looking at pictures, exhibitions, architecture, the river, the canals, the cafés etc.
And as a great anniversary gift, we discovered that Son 1's dog Raja has an easily-treated tummy bug, rather than a chicken bone or other object stuck in her intestines, as we'd come to fear - she's already on the mend.