I was out with my daughter the other day and we decided to have a spot of lunch in a cafe - as you do...ladies that lunch and all that...
Well I say ladies that lunch loosely as it's with a pretty much one way conversation unless it's about Minnie Mouse, food or trumps. You get the picture?
Mini Cheddar was eating, as usual, and I was people watching - no, I'm not some freakoid who sits and stares at random people for kicks. There's just only so much watching a toddler devour a ham sandwich at record speed one can do you know!
Anyway, I digress - as usual. What was I saying? Oh yes...the cafe.
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She came back with two cups on a tray.
"I wanted tea" the man grumbled.
"I thought you said coffee" she snapped.
"No! I changed my mind, go change it".
No please or thank you. Charming.
Off she went back to the counter and duly obliged in getting him the tea he so obviously required. I would have thrown the bloody cup at his head the ungrateful git but I'm a narky bitch at the moment!
She returned without saying anything and he didn't say anything to her. They just sat in silence drinking occasionally shooting eachother a look of hatred when the other one wasn't looking.
At what point in their relationship did this become the norm? At what point in their (I assume) married life did they stop talking and when they do talk they just snip at eachother? How must it feel to be in that sort of relationship?
I then remembered a friend of my Mums once talking about her husband and saying "He's like a really tatty smelly old pair of slippers. You hate wearing them as they look awful and they stink but they are SO comfortable that you don't want to throw them out an get a new pair".
Thank feck I wash my slippers to keep them fresh!
