Tomorrow Lanying is going to Germany for a week. Five years ago we would have quarrelled before she went and she’d have said “I hate you. I’m glad I won’t be here.”
When I was training to be a teacher, I had to attend classes in group dynamics and our course leader pointed out that lovers and friends often quarrel when they are forced to be apart. It makes the parting easier.
But we never quarrel now. She just goes. I hope this is a sign of our maturity.
She’s worried about what I’m going to eat. On Sunday we were in the Chinese supermarket and she was making some suggestions. I told her I’m going to have a holiday from Chinese food.
I’m going to eat steak.
I have some mustard to put on my steak. I’ve had it for about three months, unopened. It’s called Taylor’s Original English Mustard.
Finally I can open it.
You’ve got to have something to look forward to when your wife’s about to leave you.