I would like to address the comments yesterday that suggested that the only time B and I go out together is for a myeloma related appointment. This is not true, well not strictly true we also go to my Auntie Ann’s once a week!
That was how I intended to start this post this morning and then justify it by saying I may not go out with my husband but I go out with my friends and they’ll go to places B won’t – let your imagination run wild! Right, reign it back in and think museums and art stuff. Sorry to disappoint.
But basically I do have a husband who really won’t go out for a meal unless we are on a trip to Liverpool relating to myeloma or we are on holiday! When B started working nights in 2008 I imagined that this would give us more leisure time. However that’s not the case and his sleeping pattern at the weekend is all over the show. Now I have Friday’s off it may well be different – because I will be going out in the car whether he’s with me or not and he’ll just have to get his finger out in the getting ready department because he takes foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. He criticises me for taking ages but that’s because I seem to think I can start to steam clean the suite or de-moss the roof while I’m waiting. And why go out for a meal when a takeaway can be delivered, is cheaper and he can stay in his trackie bottoms.
So I would have attempted to justify his lax ways a tad, if we hadn’t had the following conversation when we sat down to use the laptop. I’d left the only bit I’d done, the first paragraph, open in word and couldn’t get it shut fast enough. B got the gist of the first sentence…
B: ‘What was that?’
Me: ‘What did you see?’
B: ‘What was it?’
Me: ‘Fiona and Ruth suggested that we may need to get out more. They both concluded that the only time we went out together was for a myeloma related appointment.’
B: ‘Oh! But that’s not true.’
B proudly: ‘No, we also go to your Auntie Ann’s.’
What more can I say?