Over on his blog Furtheron mentions that he's now a part-timer in his working life. I've congratulated him and welcomed him to my world - which is almost but not quite as good as that of Husband's.
Yesterday on what was the best day we've had so far this year I had to work. That was okay; I'm fine with that. But then I got home to find Husband lying in the sunshine. 'I've only just stopped working,' he said, which is what he always says. But even that was okay: he's worked hard all his life to keep me in the style to which I am accustomed and all would have been well if he hadn't then said, 'I had an ice cream from Verdi's today.'
I looked at him. 'You did what?'
'I had an ice cream from Verdi's.'
'I thought to myself, I'm retired; I can do what I like so I did. And I couldn't wait to tell you! I almost phoned you from Verdi's.'
And this is the man with whom I have promised to spend the rest of my life.