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it doesn’t have to be hard

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Ugg boot love
Ugg boot love

Early on when the G.O. and I realised that he and I were an “us” and were negotiating our way through a new kind of relationship, his wise words were it doesn’t have to be hard. Last week we clocked up 8 years of cohabitating, and that simple philosophy stands us in good stead still.

During the week one evening before the G.O. had arrived home, changing from my office clothes into my around the house ensemble I caught my reflection in the mirror, laughed and thought what a woman to come home to, lucky he’s not fussy… My attire, as usual, was a checked flannie over an old t-shirt, with equally old, faded ripped jeans and Ugg boots, and wild hair scraped into a sort of bun-knot.

The moment brought to mind a conversation last weekend after a family lunch to celebrate the G.O.’s mum’s 80th birthday. We were discussing various family members, and my M.I.L. mentioned a cousin’s wife “she’s the talk of the town, she goes to the shops wearing his old holey shorts”. I said nothing but I could see in my mind summer-me attired in a pair of the G.O.’s old boardies, nipping into the shops after the beach. I have never seen my M.I.L. and her sisters dressed in anything that could be considered casual… even the M.I.L’s gardening clothes put many items of my holiday clothing selection to shame. Different generation, I guess, is the explanation. Read the rest of this entry »

love comes in rainbow colours

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rainbow of roses

weary worker man

end of day tired buys a

rainbow of roses

weary worker man

rainbow roses forgotten

at home left in car

unsunny Sunday

weary worker man ponders

what he is missing

weary worker man

remembers rainbow roses

oh! brightens her day

weary worker man

snoozes unsunny Sunday

end of week tired

weary worker man

brightens unsunny Sunday

oh! just being home.