I'm sure that my wife often feels this way. If it isn't my expression, my body language, or my disappearing act upstairs into the computer room, I'm quite sure there are other tell-tale signs that I'm in a huff or spoiling for a fight. Usually it's either something trivial and mundane or a complete misunderstanding, a breakdown in communication between two people who have been living together for the last thirty-three years (and who should know better). And of course I hate falling out with her. Without wanting to sound maudlin she is my best friend, as well as being my lover, my confidant. But, being human, the arguments still happen. Making up for it in bed later on can be quite good fun though ... |
A lover of books (everything, well mostly), film, music (early music, classical, jazz, world and folk, especially music off the beaten track), history (especially ancient and medieval), good food and wine, travel, walking, art (looking at), listening to the radio, and sitting somewhere warm with a cold beer and espresso watching the world go by.
Sunday, 12 December 2010
A breakdown in communications
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