They say opposites attract. I met my husband when I was 17. I turned forty-seven this year. Thirty years of opposite behaviour and still he hasn’t told me to sling my hook.
- He is calm. I am an erratic nutter.
- He says to the kids: “let’s just let things blow over and we’ll discuss it in the morning”. I say “let’s get to the bottom of this right now you bloody hooligans”.
- He loves Liverpool football club more than life itself. I am overjoyed when he tells me that the Corona Virus has halted all games.
- He is a negotiator. I am a control freak.
- The kids ask him for something and he says “check with your mum”. They ask me for something I say “and don’t even think about asking your dad”
- He loves wine. I love wine a bit more.
- I say “let’s talk”. He says “goodnight Liz”
- He drinks whiskey at 6 pm, I won’t drink until at least 7 pm. Or maybe ten past six.
- He likes his eggs fried. I get constipated if I don’t have enough fibre.
- He loves to cuddle up on the sofa and watch films in the middle of the day. I start huffing and puffing and say “it would be a nice day for a walk in the rain wouldn’t it?”
- He’s sociable. I quiver if my phone rings.
- He laughs out loud when people tell him rude jokes. I tut and shake my head like a granny grunt.
- He can laugh at himself. I cry when the kids say I snore like a pig.
- He has to listen to the radio in the morning. I prefer silence. Unless its the noise of the kettle being boiled.
- He says we’d better leave now, we’re going to be late. I say we’ve got at least another ten minutes, I’m just going to check Pinterest.
- He believes in me. I believe in fairies.
- He always seems to say the right things to the kids. I lie in bed almost every night thinking “Why the hell did I say that?”
- He can’t remember names, I will hunt you down if you owe me two dollars.
- He thinks before he speaks. I am a gob on a stick.
- He loves Monty Python. I don’t get it.
- He encourages me to spend money on myself. I say “how much did that cost?’ if he comes home with a paper bag.
- He cooks and it looks as though Tinkerbell has been in the kitchen. I cook? Think Shrek.
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- He doesn’t give a damn if people like him or not. I am like a Labrador, panting at peoples feet and longing for them to love me.
- When he’s had a few drinks he becomes romantic. When I’ve had one too many I become an opinionated bore with wine breath.
- He emigrated to New Zealand with me without ever having stepped foot in the country. I won’t go to a restaurant that he’s recommended until scouring it on ‘Trip Advisor’ and googling it to the point of exhaustion.
- I love to sit on the beach and watch the waves. He loves to sit in the toilet and watch the highlights of the Liverpool match.
- He makes our daughter laugh. I make our daughter annoyed beyond belief.
- He makes our son cut the grass. I make our sons’ bed.
- He agreed to quit his job and travel around the world for a year with our teenagers so we could all be together. But I keep going off on my own to write newsletters to people online.
- His grey hair looks distinguished. Mine looks like a mop that’s been dropped in a bucket of dirty bleach water.
- He has laughter lines. I have crows feet. Deep ones.
- He is extremely private. I write an account of how I wet myself on a train in Sri Lanka and then share that information with the whole world
- He loves me. But I will always love him more.
Some people are simply made for each other… you two are such people.xxx
I love your daughter (save the ocean), and your husband (who cares what people think about me, Bonus: Cleans up after cooking; you (Wine), and Sonny (cute, mows the lawn).
Here in Ohio there have been some cases of C in Cleveland (3 hrs north of me), but everyone is doing pretty well, all considered.
It’s a real wake-up call though, I think, about what’s important in life.
I live with my youngest daughter, and I am not to leave the house, but am allowed to go in the back yard. She shops for me so we have what we need. Well, we have. week’s worth of toilet paper; but I won’t panic if we run out. In Okinawa the people just kept a bucket of water by the benjo and used their hand. Whatever works.
I’ve kept busy rearranging furniture and organizing cupboards, cleaning, cooking, mending, reading, crocheting, but that’s what I do anyway since I’m retired haha.
I also watch a little tv. Well, now that I subscribe to Acorn TV, I get British and Irish shows. Where have these been all my life? I watched all of the Murdoch Mysteries, which is Canadian, and was sad when I ran out of episodes. Then I watched Doc Martin. Liz, this is the funniest most endearing series…I binge-watched all 13 seasons in a month and went into a deep depression when I realized I’d watched the last episode. I want to live in Cornwall.
However, I started watching Single-Handed, made in Ireland, and am now in love with Owen McConnell. It helps my pain of losing Doc Martin. I also started watching a show from New Zealand, Brokenwood Mysteries, and so far I really like it. The scenery is beautiful.
Looking forward to your your next blog, they are so entertaining…you have a real talent for sharing your love of life with others. ❤️
Your friend in Ohio
Sherry
So lovely to hear from you Sherry – and I am so glad that you are safe and well 🙂 Make sure you keep that daughter of yours well stocked up on wine!! XX