Saturday 24 April 2010

Who says romance is dead?

This week I was visiting a lady I like and admire muchly. She is in her late seventies and her energy and enthusiasm put me to shame. She's a retired teacher, very brisk and no nonsense but with great heart.

Her husband returned home and called "I'm home, my love" and I remarked that I found his term of endearment delightful and so sweet after over 50 years of marriage.

She gave me a look that was both pitying and withering at the same time and said "My dear girl, he's talking to the cat"

12 comments:

Rarelesserspotted said...

I wish I had a cat!

Gigi said...

LOL! Too funny!

Ayak said...

Love it! It kind of reminds me of my husband who always makes a fuss of the dogs before he gets to me!

Looking for Blue Sky said...

Hmmm, that's how I aspire to grow old I think. Great to be on top of your game in your late 70s :D

Sueann said...

I think I would get rid of the cat! LOL!!
Hugs
SueAnn

libby said...

Aaahh sweet.....but they are still together.

Style At Every Age said...

Brillant!

Laura said...

LOL What a fab old lady

Jon Storey said...

What a man!!

Furtheron said...

That just made me LOL! Thanks

auntiegwen said...

Dearest All - next life I'm going to be a cat. A cat who is owned by pensioners who have time to lavish affection on me on a daily, nay hourly basis. I will sleep and purr and be loved. Not too shabby is it?

Muddling Along said...

Fantastic - that made me smile!