He’s not the jealous type. My old man.
But last week I suspected that something was meddling in my marriage.
A third party.
Regrettably not another man and thankfully not the mother-in-law, this “third party” [AKA my guilty pleasure] had surreptitiously stolen its way into the holy matrimony and eloped with my heart and soul, body and mind. Poaching every precious moment, monopolising every meticulous thought.
And my other half didn’t like it.
Not one little bit. Continue reading “The Inanimate Love Triangle”
I must have blinked
Because a year has gone by
And I didn’t notice
You change. Continue reading “At One Today”
The points had been clocking up for just over three years. 1,095 “I’ll go/you go” school-run squabbles and innumerable nappy-changing arguments later, the time had finally come. In honour of a rather large pending birthday, Mum and Dad were about to spend some QT together. As a couple. Ditching our generic titles in favour of Mr and Mrs M and with daughter deployed, we were to embark upon a short-escape, city-break. Sans child.
After all, it’s not every day that your other half turns a decade less than half a century.
And it’s not every day that life begins again. Apparently. Continue reading “Mum and Dad on Tour”