Look, I know, one should forgive and forget, but with some things - it’s very hard indeed!

Like Tito for example – I never met him, nor anyone else that actually encountered Josip Broz, for that was Marshall Tito’s, or if you like, President Tito’s, real name.

To be honest, back in May of 1980, my wife and I never even knew the man was sick. What do they say about ‘The best laid plans of mice and men…’, yes indeed, they do ‘oft go astray’.

Now, when the Scottish ‘National’ poet Robbie Burns penned those lines around 1785, I’d say he wasn’t referring to the future effect of Tito’s death - 195 later, on our honeymoon!

It takes two to tango, and in reality at least the same number is required for any bit of fun on a honeymoon!

I suppose in the far-distant future experts will write about the meaning of the word ‘honeymoon’ and books will be published about what will be termed “a practise whereby a couple who had just been married /wed / jumped the anvil / said ‘I do’ to each other would depart for a strange place and actually begin the custom of actually living together or co-habiting in the same room and maybe even the same bed”.

Sure, that’s the way it was long ago - well up until the 1980s anyway There was kind of a recipe or formula which had been well tested and tried for centuries. It went kinda like this; meeting, greeting, dating, romancing, engaging, marrying, and then off on the honeymoon where all the norms of society were discarded and couples ‘really got to know each other’.

That was our route, and when we planned the big day for May of 1981, things moved fairly lively. A new house was built for other family members and a thousand other arrangements were made.

About seven or eight months before the big date, we had to decide on a honeymoon destination - imagine a........

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