Always My Star Man!

Starman and I have very strange conversations whilst drinking our respective tea and coffee on a Sunday morning.

"So," he remarked, "how is it that mine is plain white, and yours has hearts, flowers and butterflies all over it?"

I stopped mid-sip.  "I beg your pardon?"

"Well, I'm just wondering about the fairness of it."  He took another slurp.  "Mine's thicker though.  I'll bet it goes further."

By this time my mind was working overtime.  

"Yes" he said, "there's no doubt about it.  Mine is stronger than yours.  There's nothing worse than putting your finger straight through it at the crucial moment."

The penny dropped.

He was discussing (of all things) my toilet paper!  He'd been in our ensuite and discovered my soft and pretty "bathroom tissue" as they call it over here.  So okay, I like a little luxury in my life.  (A few weeks ago I had some with flamingoes all over it!)  But for the other "conveniences" I provide plain old white stuff.  At least it isn't hard and slippery like they used in my grandparents' day!  And I do get the men what is called "quilted", as they seem to like a thicker bog roll than I do!

When you know each other as well as we do, you tend to have these silly little conversations.  There have been times when having a sense of humour has been very important - when it has been about the only thing keeping us afloat.

Tomorrow it is 36 years since we were wed!

It's hard to believe.  Those years have gone so fast.  Starman says his best man cautioned him just before going into the Church, and said that he could always change his mind and run back down the path and make a quick getaway!  Luckily he didn't.  Despite, at times, some pretty tough going, he has stayed the course.

It's been a long time, and we've done a lot of dancing through our lives together.  Mostly with me pushing him around the floor.  It's strange now that he is doing the leading.  I find I'm not tripping over my own feet nearly as much.

However, there are still times when I get mixed up when we get in a corner, and I am not so good at reversing.  We end up having a bit of a tussle!  Then he swings me around, points me in the right direction, and we are off again.

I'm actually wondering how many times I've told Starman how much I value his love.  

It's not always easy to say "I love you".  Especially when we're rushing around doing the million and one things that make up our lives.  Maybe I don't say it enough?

I wonder whether some of you have noticed that I am beginning to call Starman "Dan"?  

Perhaps you think it's because I wrote about Ami and Dan in my little description of Kat and Nat's holiday adventure?  But no.  There you might just be a tad wrong.

Remember the dancing?  And me pushing him every which way?  He said that at times, life with me, had made him think about what it must be like to walk into a lion's den!  He never knew exactly what sort of mood the lion(ess!) might be in that day.  Oh dear!  That was hard to hear, but the truth nonetheless.

We've only been doing this thing a mere seven months.  Some of the changes have been quite subtle.  Some not so...  It's still not always easy.  I still enjoy a good long moan.  But then, nothing worthwhile was ever easy, was it?

And whenever I get out of step, or trip over his feet or mine, I have to remind myself that the lion's den isn't such a scary place any more.  My Daniel has found a clever and convincing way of keeping the mouth closed and the claws sheathed.  (Naturally, he has had certain little 'aids' to persuasion!)

Rarely does he enter the lion's den these days without these aids.  And whilst he'd never use one of those horrible long lion-taming whips you see portrayed in old pictures, he's not above resorting to other, slightly less flexible means.

So I thought you might (at the risk of wanting to put your fingers down your throats!) like to see the card I will be giving him tomorrow.  (Usually, he gets a funny card, or one with an extract of the Rubriat of Omah Kyham written on it!)

And so, (roll of drums here!!!) without further delay, this is my gift to Daniel for our anniversary!  We have joined the exclusive "Rose Paddle Club"!!!

All of a sudden it looks very stiff, and very new, and very well made!  Gulp!  I'll let you know how we get on if I survive!

However.  Because I am an Ami, and a pickle, here is another little gift to, shall we say, take the sting out of it?!!

Hmmmm...........