It’s my birthday today. Not quite the half-century, but very close. Funny, I don’t feel any older than I did yesterday.
P cheered me up last night by telling me he hadn’t got me a birthday present. I swallowed my disappointment. At least he remembers my birthday. Some husbands don’t. (Having his own birthday only five days after mine does help!) Then he explained why he hadn’t and I nearly fell off my chair. He’d been trying to get tickets to the British comedy duo, “French & Saunders”, but all the shows except one were sold out and that show wouldn’t go on sale until this morning. Yes, my husband of twenty years, who has never ever shown any interest in live theatre, had been trying to get tickets to a show in the city. Has he been reading my blog, I’m wondering?
I had some fun then. I suggested if he couldn’t get tickets to F & S, he could always try to get tickets for the WA production of Les Mis next month. The look that flashed over his face was the epitomy of pure terror. Poor lad. That really was pushing him a bit far.
Needless to say, he went online first thing this morning and we are now booked in for a good laugh. I can’t wait.
Have I said lately, what a wonderful husband I have?