Marriage

Marriages EVOLVE don't they? I mean after say 30 or so years, when you think about it, every cell in your body has been completely replaced several times over so its hardly surprising marriages undergo metamorphosis. My wife and I have been around the block a few times and I think the best indicator I can give you dear reader of our marriage status right now is through reciting an episode from a recent holiday.

It was morning and breakfast was in play. Our young child of six - if she'd been a boy I'd be calling her Damien - had just been admonished for threatening to launch a frisbee in the room. I sat down to enjoy nature's bounty for breakfast with the added ecstacy of a piping hot mug of coffee. Not two spoonfuls of porridge oats and blueberries had passed my lips when a frisbee launch was detected from stage right that could not have been more devastating if Damien's sister had meant for it to go where it went. The precision was remarkable catching as it did the side of my PIPING HOT (did I mention that?) flagon of coffee with sufficient acumen so as to tip the said hot drink bullseye-like into my lap. My exit from the room was remarkably free from expletives for which I believe I do deserve some credit although with the recent publication of evidence suggesting that swearing actually helps in certain situations then looking back I may have done myself a disservice. However the crux of my revelation is that our marriage has reached the point where my better half prioritised ensuring the carpet in our holiday accommodation was not stained before checking on my needs and discomfiture. At least the carpet was saved. I think if we had been still in the first flush of marriage, I might be wrong but I don't think so, my scolded nuts might have received more urgent attention ...