Not much fun being in the position of having to tell the other half that the garden needs tidying up for the winter, especially having celebrated 55 years of marriage only three short days ago.
I never realised how much I had denied my wife her own free will, or selfishly considered that lots of things around the house were man things when something . . . . . Shall we say, ‘ needed doing’.
Never once did I give the dear lady a chance to do things for herself.
Even now anything computer wise or the social media leaves her bewildered and myself more frustrated for not having helped her when I could.
As for my own brain these days? Well it feels that it has rehoused itself in something more like an overgrown turnip.
Over a cup of coffee I tried to bring her up to date with the iplayer and how she could still watch programmes that she might have missed over the last couple of days, “Why should I learn all that? I have you.” she replied. “I don’t want to hear anymore, we’ve been together too long and I can’t think of being without you. I wouldn't know what I would do without you in my life”.
I had to look away.
There are many things I could perhaps believe in but nothing seems to have changed to give me that hope. Starvation, illness and war beset the planet. People get rich and live and die in luxury while the poor remain poor and will simply just fade away.
I was lucky enough to meet and marry an angel.
................ but who is going to remind her about the fuse in a three pin plug?