MY HUSBAND IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY GRANDAD

Sitting in the restaurant, I smiled as my date chatted away. ‘It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it,’ Max, then 66, said. I could tell Max was nervous, but he needn’t have been. We’d been friends for a year and already knew most things about each other. We got along so well, yet Max and I were different in many ways, too. Max had two sons, then 36 and 38, and had been married and divorced. I’d never been married and was yet to have children. In fact, at just 26, Max’s sons were older than me. With a 39-year age gap between us, we were certainly