I thought I’d start my new blog with a story that my husband used in his wedding speech.
When he went to get his hair cut, ready for our wedding, he got to chatting to the hairdresser about the impending day.
“What you need”, said the hairdresser, “is a Mule.”
“A Mule?” my husband-to-be queried.
“Yes, a Mule. My Grandparents recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and when I asked my Grandad how they had managed to stay married so long, he said it was because of a Mule.
My Grandparents are Sicilian and 60 years ago in Sicily, after you got married you didn’t go off on honeymoon but went back to work.
So after their wedding, my Grandad got all of their belongings and packed it onto his Mule then sat his new wife on top and off they trotted.
A short way down the road the Mule bucked and threw Grandma and all their belongings onto the floor. Grandad turned to the Mule and firmly said, “That’s one!”
All the belongings were repacked, Grandma back on top and off they went again. A little bit further down the road the Mule bucked once more and scattered everything on the road. Grandad turned to the Mule and with a stern voice said, “That’s two!”
The Mule was loaded up once more and again they set off. You’ve guessed what’s coming – a short way down the road the Mule bucked a third time, throwing everything off its back.
Grandad quickly turned to the Mule and said, “That’s three!”, then pulled his gun out and shot it dead.
Well, Grandma went crazy!
“What on earth did you do that for?! Mules are expensive?! How are we going to afford a new one?! You stupid man?! I can’t believe you did that?!”
Grandad turned to Grandma and calmly said, “That’s one!”
