A Valentines Day tale.........

A happy Valentines Day to all my readers! It is almost 10pm, I am watching Casualty and Mr H is in bed.
I have had a rotten cold, cough and sore throat for the past 5 days, but have soldiered on with work, housework, dog and life in general, as you do.  Mr H arrived home on Thursday evening and by Friday thought he might have caught my bug and so took to his bed late afternoon, after we'd taken my car to the garage for a service, leaving me to carry on as usual. He sees nothing wrong in this, he feels unwell, therefore he has to go to bed. He cannot possibly put anyone else's needs first. Interestingly, his brother-in-law was taken to hospital on Tuesday with chest pains, and discharged the same day, Mr H suggested that he is faking it! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

His total lack of insight is one of the things that I really struggle with, together with his inability to accept that anyone should choose a different way of doing things, or choose to live their life differently. His moan this evening, before he retired to his pit at just after 8.30 pm "exhausted" was about my son's wedding in June. It's a bit unconventional to someone like me who was brought up in the 60's, but it's what they want, they are getting married in the place that they met, then a reception and evening do at a local village hall, complete with marquee, what could be better? It's all a bit DIY too, which seems to be what young people do these days, fine with me, I have yards of bunting to make so I'm happy. Mr H though, seems to think that they should get married in the register office and then have a "bit of a do" in a pub. He has no imagination or sense of fun. Thank heaven he's not organising it.
Following on from his rant about the failings of the youth of today, we watched "the voice" on TV, or rather he watched it, constantly moaning about how awful it was, while I knitted quietly on the sofa, ignoring the TV.
"This is dreadful, but there's nothing else on" he said several times. "Well switch it off then, read a book, play a game" I said.
He knew when he was defeated ( it's probably illegal to have the TV switched off on Saturday night), gave up and went to bed.

So I hope you have had a reasonable, logical and satisfactory Valentines Day!

Hannah x