Ok so that's all of yesterday's evening wear rolling around in the washing machine. I just hope they'll come out safe, but there was no drycleaning-only tag, so I'm hoping for the best.
A strange things happened yesterday while we were having the early breakfast at about 25 kilometres away from home sweet home. There was one table housing one couple. Nothing strange about that, so were we, a couple on our own. It's a good thing we never tire of each other because we'd probably have drifted apart a very long time ago now. So, back to the couple, a man, and a woman, presumably husband and wife. They almost ate all the breakfast buffet for one. Secondly they never said a single word to each other. Admittedly, perhaps they didn't have the time for that, seeing they were so intent on scoffing the whole place down. But not a word? And then, the wife gets out a magazine and proceeds to read it on her own? Something's wrong there. Have dined all by myself plenty of times, but being a sole diner makes it forgivable to read while food is getting ready. Being a couple, the only couple seated at their table? And of all days, on Christmas Eve? That's not so nice. And although I kept battling with my stomach to keep its contents down, we were still talking non stop. Not them. And they didn't appear to be at loggerheads with each other either. They weren't that young either, but is it possible to have used up all your words by the time you're 50? That's a scary thought. It was like watching the inevitable husband-and-wife-in-bed joke. You get the husband watching TV, the wife is bored, so the talk turns to, honey do you love me? To which the husband grunts a yes. Next, honey would you find someone else if I died? To which the husband cleverly answers in the negative. And so on and so forth. Everybody's seen that scenario somewhere, and it is accepted, it is also accepted as funny and hilarious. Perhaps they should upgrade that scene to a couple dining on the same table who never say a single word to each other. Then it wouldn't be funny anymore, but downright startling.
A strange things happened yesterday while we were having the early breakfast at about 25 kilometres away from home sweet home. There was one table housing one couple. Nothing strange about that, so were we, a couple on our own. It's a good thing we never tire of each other because we'd probably have drifted apart a very long time ago now. So, back to the couple, a man, and a woman, presumably husband and wife. They almost ate all the breakfast buffet for one. Secondly they never said a single word to each other. Admittedly, perhaps they didn't have the time for that, seeing they were so intent on scoffing the whole place down. But not a word? And then, the wife gets out a magazine and proceeds to read it on her own? Something's wrong there. Have dined all by myself plenty of times, but being a sole diner makes it forgivable to read while food is getting ready. Being a couple, the only couple seated at their table? And of all days, on Christmas Eve? That's not so nice. And although I kept battling with my stomach to keep its contents down, we were still talking non stop. Not them. And they didn't appear to be at loggerheads with each other either. They weren't that young either, but is it possible to have used up all your words by the time you're 50? That's a scary thought. It was like watching the inevitable husband-and-wife-in-bed joke. You get the husband watching TV, the wife is bored, so the talk turns to, honey do you love me? To which the husband grunts a yes. Next, honey would you find someone else if I died? To which the husband cleverly answers in the negative. And so on and so forth. Everybody's seen that scenario somewhere, and it is accepted, it is also accepted as funny and hilarious. Perhaps they should upgrade that scene to a couple dining on the same table who never say a single word to each other. Then it wouldn't be funny anymore, but downright startling.
