(Magical) Love Lock

More and more of those love locks conquer the city.
Even on our little Gauss-bridge, we walk over every Monday on our stroll to the city, “celebrating” Ingo being alive and kicking and the two of us living together.

Don´t call me sentimental – I really am thankful for this and really do think back of those hard times here and there.

So last Saturday when we went to the white horse “shopping centre”, we got a love-lock, too.

Most locks just come with names and dates, this man can engrave anything you want, he told us proudly, all those locks with the extra are made by him.

We went classical – for hearts :-)

Fun was his expression when we answered his “two-thousand and..?”-question with “1994” :-) Guess he near to never has old blokes like us as customers for a “love”-lock!
Lucky us don´t have a fixed date (to eventually forget and get in trouble for), but simply Pentecost. We even had to look up when that was back in 1994 and ended up with May. Perfect, fits in.

No, we didn´t go for red or green, I liked copper and Ingo liked it, too.

Now, it kinda was a bit magical when I held that lock I had rather randomly picked and found it has the number 72 – the year I was born in – 40 – that´s hence how old I am right now.

Guess this lock really meant to belong to us, no?

We´ll keep it home for a week, next Monday we give it to the Gauss-bridge.

And Ingo already “threatened” he´ll remove the lock to bring it to another place so I get into geocaching with the new navi he bought me.
Hope that can wait till spring (and maybe he forgets about it until then ;-)…)