… the mrs and I have been together for some time, going on 12 years now in fact, and in that time we’ve had same rare rammies. I don’t think anything’s ever been thrown, although I know that there has been door slamming and “I’M GOING OUT!” type of occurrences. In the 12 years we’ve been together we’ve rarely been out of each others company for more than a day or two.
The only exceptions being when she went on a holiday with her folks in year one of our relationship, then last year she was off to London for training for a week. Other than that we’ve pretty much been stuck together as if glued … strange glue admittedly, but you get the idea.
Now I find myself sitting here alone. I’ve two beautiful sleeping kids upstairs, one sleeping dog downstairs, a rubbish fire in the hearth and a cold draft on my ankles. Other than that I’m alone. I can’t even have a drink, responsibilities you know, and besides alcohol’s like Pringles as far as I’m concerned.
Still, it could be worse, I could be the one jet-setting off around the world, staying in luxury hotels, meeting ‘interesting’ people, and training people in a variety of exciting (I’m sure!) processes.
I must admit I had a bit of a lump in my throat as I waved the mrs off at the airport this morning, I know I’m going to miss her, but then at least she’ll be coming back. Of course the lad just wanted to know when he could eat and the lass insisted that ’silly daddy’ let her ‘wauk-wauk-wauk-wauk’ through the airport, across the drop off point, and into the car park … whereupon I had to get the lad to look after her whilst I rooted around for enough change to pay the king’s ransom they wanted for an hour and a half’s worth of parking!
Still given the current value of the Dollar and the shopping opportunities stateside I’ll be expecting something nice upon her return … hint, hint ;)
