The numbers game

This is my 547th post on this blog and my 47th wedding anniversary.  Significant?  No, of course not.  Just one of those things.
Yet when I woke, about a hour ago, one of my first thoughts was to remember the day, the date, and recall some of the supposedly significant things one ought not to do at the start of a marriage, not if its success is to be anything like guaranteed.  (But who really believes that everlasting happiness can be guaranteed, that the perfect marriage exists?  No-one who has been married for any length of time, I bet.)
That wedding day - a compromise (of course) between what we wanted, which was only to be married so we could live together; what my mother wanted, i.e. the sort of wedding she could endlessly discuss with her workmates (unkind, and only one aspect but one that I strongly disliked) and what his parents wanted, which was a) not yet (we were young) and b) in church, which we flatly refused, being non-believers and not wanting to begin married life with a hypocrisy.
And we broke another cardinal 'rule' - travelled in the same car to the Registry Office - two cars cost twice as much.
I won't even tell you about the proposal, which has to count as one of the most unromantic in the whole world.  I certainly never said 'yes'.