After working late last night I took myself off to the
supermarket for 3 things; cheese, ham and bread – simple? It cost me £50. It can’t just be me that ‘window shops’ in
supermarkets and adds all sorts of extras to the trolley.
In went bottles of pop as they were “2 for £3”. In went washing liquid as it was “Reduced to
£5”. In went clothes softener as it was “2
for £5”. Obviously I am a sucker for
special offers because my cleaning cupboard is bulging. I should just be
grateful that there were lots of products promoted as “New” as I am sucker for
those! Hubby laughed his head off when
he opened the boot and saw more than 3 products.
I woke up this morning and Hubby was sat next to me watching
golf (I kept calling it cricket – obviously because they are both played on
green grass) and after a few minutes said “Are you making me my usual coffee?” with
a hint of amusement on his face. I
obviously showed no signs of moving, in fact I was rolling about with the fluff
bags playing peek-a-boo with Cala’s ears and her eyes.
Here is a lesson girls, don’t make hubby breakfast in bed (often)
or make him coffee (daily) because they expect it. “No.
You let the dogs out. In the time
they were out you could have made a coffee.
Obviously you haven’t turned your multifunction switch on this morning.”
“What about the crumpets you promised me?”
“Excuse me, I DO NOT think I promised you crumpets!”
“Yes you did. ‘Hubby, I got you some crumpets so I can make
you some for breakfast tomorrow.’ That is what you said when you picked me up
last night.”
“I do not think I did.
I would remember that conversation!
I may have said I bought crumpets to make you for breakfast but
definitely did not commit to or say ‘tomorrow’.
You are making an assumption; as I bought them and mentioned that I got
them to make you for breakfast that you associated the two and assumed you
would get them this morning and you would be wrong.”
Now, my memory is rubbish – completely. I can forget was I was thinking 2 minutes
ago. I am convinced I will have Alzheimer’s
by the time I am 50 which, as an aside, gives me 10 years to get lots of living
in. I more than likely did say it but to
be honest, I wasn’t admitting that because I really cannot remember saying it
and that is enough for me.
So Hubby ended up with no crumpets – he did try to get me to
make them for another hour though.
“So Ribena, are you making me lunch today?” (don’t ever get
into the habit of making lunches daily either; I’m obviously a slow learner and
bad role model to our daughter)
“No. I am giving you
some money to buy lunch as I am being lazy.” (I will admit the truth when I
remember it)
“I am going to miss my sandwiches, all that nice ham and
cheese and pickle….”
“Don’t be nitty picky; you know you are going to buy a ham,
cheese and onion baguette because you ‘may not like other flavours’.”
“Nitty picky! Is that
even a word?!” (laughing)
“Yes and you know it.”
“No, I think ‘nit pick’ is a phrase but I am not convinced ‘nitty
picky’ exists.”
“Well it does now.”
Driving to work we go around the same roundabout at least 5
days a week. Driving around it today I
looked to my left to check a car was not coming across the ‘give way’ sign to
plough into us. 20 seconds later……
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Did you forget that you needed to turn the wheel?”
“No! Evidently not as
I am now driving up the same road we always do after going round the roundabout.”
“Oh, because for a second I thought you had forgotten to
turn and were going to plough into the railings.”
“Why, did it look like I was going to plough into the
railings?”
“No.”
“Well, then it was just your worry wart button pinging clearly.”
Hubby doesn’t drive, and there is a reason for it. When learning to drive he drove straight across a roundabout because he was glancing
at the gear stick to see what gear he was in.
He never took another driving lesson.
So even if I did turn a
second later than I normally do because I was glancing to see if another car
was nearly upon us (which I was not….) he would have no room to talk now would he?
Hubby worries incessantly.
If he has nothing to worry about, he will find something to worry
about. I am an early riser and even
though we have lived together for going up 5 years, if he turns over in bed and
I am not there he comes downstairs to see ‘if I am alright.’ Peeps, I have never been not alright in 5
years!
Scatty? Yes; Forgetful? Definitely.” Kind of cute with
it? Must be because he is always
laughing with me rather than at me and apparently it’s what he loves about
me. I’m very grateful for that because I’m
not convinced that any other man could put up with me.
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