More unusual observations

As I sit here in my somewhat vulnerable state, I realise that life is to be lived rather than scared of, and in many ways I have chosen to be bound by the conventions that society and life have imposed upon me. One wonders whether this is due to upbringing and protocol. My days of just keeping to the house are over and now I have a wife it is important that I make sure that we share a lot of things together. The days of a singleton are behind me and now I have to realise the necessity to share everything and not keep everything as secure as it used to be, that really just doesn't work.
    My wife, bless her is as unpredictable as the wind but then it certainly stops me from becoming too complacent in my actions and realising what a gift that I have been sent by the Almighty. It takes a good woman to make a man realise what he has and to contemplate the future with a better sense of security than in the past. I sometimes think that I have been unlucky in life events but then when I am brought such a gift as my wife, it makes me reappraise my life and realise that not everyone is lucky except of course for me.!!!!  For all you men out there, marriage is a sacred ritual and you should all learn to accept that women are a very special breed and if you can't get your heads around that fact, then maybe it is time for you to move on.

Party time

Last night we attended a party in the wilds of North Staffordshire, in a large house and a grand marquee in the garden. My wife's eyes were bulging as we headed through the large gates and up toward the front of the house where our hostess was waiting for us. It had been a very long day and of course we had combined this event with the usual spate of house viewing which has recently taken over our lives. It was a very eventful day as we finally felt we had found the house we really wanted to buy and to live in, but in the current climate selling our own pile is beginning to prove a thorny issue but at least we are not alone. The party gave us time to focus for one evening on other matters. The garden was massive and as the guests congregated on the grass and in the marquee we felt quite at home, as my wife's eyes continued to enlarge unabated, irrespective of the rather inclement weather conditions. We spent around 3 hours in this environment chatting and talking to some of my work colleagues and eating the freshly cooked chicken and snacks that had been laid on. The noise from the guest artiste was truly horrendous which is synonymous with such parties but if the theme had been dour as a consequence of the weather at the time, then Shostakovich would have been a better bet. We could have all been depressed together at this time !!!.  It proved a useful outlet from our normal routine and we enjoyed ourselves even though the heavens were not exactly kind to us. On the way home after a good evening and when I needed to speak to my wife to keep me awake she repaid me in the best possible way by falling into a deep sleep and communicated via grunts and snores and of course received my thanks for this event. Such loyalty and devotion, and realising that at the end of a very busy day the last thing she wanted to do was to indulge in small chit chat with her over stimulated husband. Thanks darling but in retrospect she was probably right but then aren't they always .....?