A brief tale about female logic to create some sympathetic comments – whether for me or my Partner remains to be seen. Telling you about it was inspired by this picture.
After my first marriage was over I lived alone for a year and then started going out with the person who is now Partner-who-loves-tea. After we had been going out a few weeks I gave her a key to my flat. The first time she used it was on a Friday night when I had been working away in Birmingham for the week and she had gone to the flat to prepare me a slap up meal for my return. Part of the intention was to impress me with her cooking skills.
She stocked up on the very best Marks & Spencers’ ready meals and had them ready to go in the oven on time. Then I managed to mess everything up. I arrived home early (as I have a habit of doing). All the M & S containers which should have been hidden in the boot of her car were sitting there on display in the kitchen. Oops.
Ironically it’s not me who had to forgive her – it was I who had to seek forgiveness for being early… And I’ve never been allowed to forget it ever since. That’s twenty six years ago. Where’s the logic in that I ask?
(I should point out that she had no need to cheat in the first place. Her cooking skills are pretty good and always have been! I should also point out that the only reason I dare share this story now is that she is on Merseyside and I am in The Hebrides! We don't meet up for a few weeks and maybe by then she will have forgotten about it...)