Saturday, June 01, 2013

Can you hear the grinding of my teeth?

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.'
'Without me?!'
'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.

11 comments:

Retired English Teacher said...

I love this. Good for him!!!

Liz said...

Huh!

Anne in Oxfordshire said...

I would of loved to have been on the fly on the wall if he had phoned you :-) .. At least he told you LOL

Leslie: said...

I can't wait to see what he's going to do to make it up to you! lol

katney said...

There are some things left better unsaid. I mean, I believe in total honesty, but sometimes, what you don't know won't hurt you.

And the opposite is what mine did--after being hauled to the emergency room by ambulance he told the doc he had been experiencing shortness of breath over the last couple of days. "You WHAT!!?!!"

Liz said...

There'd have been murder, anne!

Nothing I suspect, leslie!

Oh no, that's even worse, katney. Why do men do that?

katney said...

The doc said it was normal. Not the shortness of breath--the not telling me of the shortness of breath. I think men just don't know when to speak and when not.

I notice your usual male commenters are keeping silent on this post.

Furtheron said...

Thanks for the advice... so today (first day part time not in office) I've done the shopping and at least two other "jobs".

My biggest fears are... money... money and err... money. Not sure if we'll survive but never mind surely someone will give me some other paid employment at some point. Hopefully that is that I don't fall and fail on the first part of the course and fail to move on to the diploma next year

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

There's such a thing as being honest to a fault , I fear.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Serious stuff!

Liz said...

And I doubt they'll ever learn, katney.

Don't anticipate failure, furtheron! You'll wakl it! Which is like walking it but even better.

There is, sonata.

You and I know the power of ice cream, welshcakes.