A comment from Sascha Darlington in response to one I made on her post https://saschadarlington.me/2017/10/21/romance-is-dead-amwriting/
has inspired me this morning for this.
Hubby and I have been together for over 28 years, married for 26 of them.
It s a standing joke that on honeymoon in Amsterdam I tried to ‘sell him’ in the Red Light District, but they wanted change. I didn’t really, but it makes a good story to go with the suction loo on the ferry going over which IS true.
However, Hubby and I share more than our love and a life, and for that I am truly blessed.
We both like to cook and do not have set jobs as such in the household as he has no qualms about washing up, doing laundry or pushing the hoover. As for me I’m pretty good at wielding a paint brush, being his gopher, and can change a three pin plug on an electrical appliance.
We were in a queue in a clothes shop and one of their tills had gone bang. Whilst waiting, the conversation between fellow customers got round to men and the roles in the house. Most women seemed to have partnered up with guys who liked their dinner on the table when they got home from work and the newspaper unread so as they could read it whilst they ate.
Of course there I was singing Hubby’s praises and somebody asked if I’d considered renting him out. Jokingly I said I had, at about a fiver an hour, cash in hand.
Hubby couldn’t get out of the shop fast enough as I had a line of interested parties longer than the paying queue!
(Sorry girls, he’s mine)