Shopping

23/05/2007 by Uncle.

“How old are you”

“49 and you”

“25″

“Do you like other tea” she says
“I’ll drink it but I like Early Grey and especially Russian Earl Grey”

“I dont like Russians” she replies thoughtfully

“Russian Early Grey is hardly the KGB”

she gives me more than just a bit of a look and writes something onto a piece of paper.

“What about marmalade?”

“Not too keen on it to be honest, in fact I am not really a big jam eater.  Every now and then I make my own, but I end up giving it away because I don’t eat enough of it”

“I thought all English men liked marmalde”

“Not this one”

She scrubs marmalade from what I have now twigged is a shopping list.

“What do you like”

“Well, almost anything really.  I am not too keen on broccoli but will eat it”

“You are not being very helpful” she says looking a little hurt.
“I’m sorry but I don’t quite know what you mean”

“I need to look after you and so I must go shopping and get things to cook for you,  but I don’t know what you like or anything about you really”

I can see her point, but by the same time I was not expecting her to do everything.

We sit there is silence looking out of the window.

“Would it help if we went shopping together?”

I expected her to say yes or no, I did not expect her to leap to her feet clap her hands and kiss me on the cheek, before doing that Estonian bouncy, Skippy thing as she bounced around the flat to get ready.  How the fuck can any one get so excited about going to Tesco.

I look at my favourite photo of my wife and she looks back at me, and you know, I swear she’s bloody smirking!

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