So, I get up late. I wander through the lounge, still not quite on this planet. My wife is watching some old film which is just ending.
Half asleep, I notice a few names in the credits I recognise.
Suddenly, my wife starts relaying one 'good bit', where something 'really funny happened'.
It went a bit like this: '<chuckles> the really tall one, < more chuckles> he was talking to the angry woman, well not talking, because she was shouting, she was married to the other man's friend but came because the other man was there. And the body, it was in the woman's bed <more chuckles>..........'.
I have no idea what is going on or why she's even telling me this.
Suddenly, she stops. 'Oh, sorry, I'm boring you. Really sorry, I didn't mean to bore you.
We've been together 30 years, 4 months, 26 days, 11 hours and 26 minutes. Where did she get the idea that she bores me? After 30 years, 4 months, 11 hours and 26 minutes, you'd think she would have finally figured that I'm here because she is the most intriguing, interesting, astonishing, fascinating, maddening, annoying, powerful, needy, crazy human I've ever known.
Aghhhhh
