Lying in bed this morning, struggling to wake up, I remembered what made me start thinking about my first home yesterday.
I haven't been sleeping well - lots of weird dreams - and it's an effort to get up in the morning. The temptation is to stay abed. But I know I'll feel even worse if I do because that'll just make me feel guilty.
I didn't have those concerns when I was a teenager or even in my twenties. When Husband and I were dating, on a Saturday morning Husband would do his weekly shop at Tesco's, take the food home and put it away, and then drive across Swansea to see me.
If he were lucky I would be up and dressed; more often I'd still be in bed. It would only be the thought of the cream cake I knew he would bring with him that roused me.
I think that weekly ritual revolving around food set the tone for our relationship and our marriage. I knew he was the man for me.
4 comments:
What we women will do for a creme cake!
-chuckle- Good a reason, as any. ,-))))
Really? We're Discussings cream pies next?
Indeed, Sharon.
I think so, Luna.
Why not, Stu? Very valid point for discussion.
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