Today is a bank holiday so I'm going to laze around for a bit.
My parents will be 43 years married tomorrow. 43 years. Imagine.
My mother said to my dad over breakfast: "would you marry me all over again?" He said "yes of course". Then looked at us and said "I didn't come down in the last shower. You won't catch me out that easily". My dad is quiet like me but he can be so funny.
I gave him the father's day card with the bottle of whiskey on the front. (I know its not until next week but my brother is here now so we had a dinner yesterday.) I just explained that I read the lovely poem and the picture didn't even register with me, and no, it's not a sign that I am thinking about drinking.
My dad got a bit teary when we read what I wrote, and my mom told me "you bring a lovely atmosphere into the house".
Add that to the fact that she told me on the phone the other day that she loves me, and I don't know what to think.
I do care about her too. It's just the smothering that gets me...