Now Himself and I have been married for donkey's years...he can be an awkward old so and so when he chooses, but he's mostly alright...except for his selective deafness. I whisper something to my step-daughter when she's over for a holiday about making an apple dumpling for the pudding and Himself can hear that from a hundred paces away...no problem. If I say the dog is at the door and wants to be let out when we're in the same room and he's reading the newspaper? Forget it...I heave myself to my feet dragging oxygen tubing behind me and he looks up sort of startled...wassamatter...I point at dog and he says...why didn't you tell me!
And he taps stuff. In the supermarket...tap tap on the displays of biscuits...tap tap on the frozen food displays...I glare at him and say, under my breath...will you ever stop with the tapping and he says...what tapping?
When he goes shopping on his own he'll come back and announce he met 'that woman with blond hair'...what's her name I ask...dunno he says...but she asked after you and so I told her you were ok...
He shouts on the telephone...loudly. You could hear him yourself, if you had your windows open, honestly you could...
When it comes near to suppertime he'll happily cook pork chops 'cos he can put them in the oven...I suggest he does his own liver and bacon and he suddenly finds something terribly urgent to do outside...so there I am smothering disgusting bits of bloody liver in flour and grilling dead pig while he's in the barn talking to the donkeys...
And he puts the potatoes on to boil before he's thought about what part of a dead animal he's going to be eating tonight.
He asks me about a crossword clue...what's a country with a capital city beginning with 'p' and I think about it and reel off the ones which come to mind and then he says...oh...hang on, I have one wrong...it isn't a 'p' it's an 'e'...I stick my nose back into the book I'm reading and let him sort it out...
Himself has five children from his first marriage and grandchildren and a few great grand children...who remembers who is married and when their birthdays are and who is good at sport and who is a bit of a prat? He doesn't...but I do.
But he does look after me you know...he might be a bit befuddled, but I do love him to bits.
B-)
'Do I like Hummus?'
Wish I understood
