The other morning my lovely man approached my side of the bed as I was drinking my morning cuppa and writing in my journal.
What does he want I thought, looking up adoringly… Surely not sex? I haven’t even finished my choccie biccie, and neither of us had taken our morning vitamins.
But no, he produced the tweezers and asked me to pluck an extraordinarily long hair growing from the top of his ear.
And this is quite normal actually. We ask this of each other regularly it seems.
I suspect this is what a middle aged relationship looks like. This is why they warn you to not grow old alone.
We need each other to pluck, prune and preen.
Should we be setting up support groups to offer this to our single friends?
You did let him cop a feel at least right???
Haha 😂. Always
Ha ha, so sweet. I have to sheer my hub’s head with clippers at 6 week intervals because not only is he too tight with his cash to pay a barber, but also, because the barber is too rough?
Aaah shame, poor thing.
😁 Bless them