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Difficult to answer that, I know who I am, who do you think I am?
You can always email me with the answer
Difficult to answer that, I know who I am, who do you think I am?
You can always email me with the answer
Or it could be the drugs we took in our youth. Mine are just starting work their way out :wink:
The memories do come back. Its wonderfull. You get to live them again and remember the details vividly.
Stories unlock the past keep them coming and others will follow.
sharongooner,
In my school days that would have been called free verse, a memory in every sentence.
Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional
Well wasn’t that nice to have ‘Spotlight’ share that glimpse of domestic bliss with us. I admire his candid description and am reminded of those days when a box of tissues in the bedroom was not entirely for those times when flu and colds were the order of the day.
I like others of my gender slipped into a comforting routine which took care of my selfish needs, indeed it was expected that I was attended to, it was part of the duties a wife provided. She had outlets for her daily satisfaction, there was always a pile of ironing to take care of. She could occupy her time cleaning and tidying. She would cook and comfort, plan and save she was a mother and a lover who would always wait up for me, whatever the time was when I returned home from a business trip. At thirty five your about half way through your period together and if you want things to continue I suggest a little more effort wouldn’t go amiss, in fact it could be looked upon as money in the bank. Women need a purpose to carry on and take the shit we give them. No matter what we think about them they are still better than the alternative; well in my book they are. If you feel a little bored now you’re probably about three years behind her; they tend to be a more advanced in matter of the heart. I suggest you provide extra stimulation to show you care for her well being; some couples invest in televisions or a selection of magazines more modern couples find Sudoko and increased enjoyment.
When I was your age I would extend my session times by doing mental arithmetic during lovemaking this detachment ensured she stayed awake and also solved mathematical problems which otherwise may keep me awake.I share with you my secret math sum.
Example:
How many bricks should you order to build a wall two bricks wide X 50′ wide X 5′ high: a standard brick= 9″ x4″ x3″ =?
Hope this helps I would remain at it until the solution was clear you could also factor in the cost per gross and also deliver charge when the extra effort was called for. It worked for me so give it a try.
Don’t forget to leave an extra 20 minutes to get home afterwards.Ladies first has always been my moto.
That’s just what it was meant to do ‘fast’
:P
I personally prefer ‘spoons’ position
Driving out of the business park where I work at lunchtime I saw an old couple, both in motorised wheelchairs driving along side by side holding hands. Like a red arrows formation but much, much slower.
Yep, sure was, but I still think Jane would have preferred a puppy.
My Mom was 42 when she brought me home for the first time. My sister ‘Jane’ was 9 years old and had expected a puppy for that 1949 Christmas and for the next few years teased and tormented me singing “How much is that doggy in the window” to which I would bark “woof woof”. Some would have thought she tormented mercilessly but nothing could have been further than the truth. I was her tormentor and it continues to this day. She christened me the Pest.
Later as a child when I was ‘naughty’ Mom would try to threaten me with “you wait till your father comes home” that proclamation never bothered me. I didn’t know this ‘Father’ she spoke about I only knew him as Dad and he never raised a hand to me even when height was on his side. Sometimes, Mom would chase me round the garden trying to whip me with one of Dads’ tomato canes and no matter how close I let her get to me she would miss, it was difficult for her to hit a moving target especially when she was laughing and that’s what she did so well. At a wedding reception or family gathering you could hear my Mom’s laughter fill a room. Her singing at church on Sunday morning would raise the congregation to such heights the organ would be reduced to a muffle. Best of all were the times in the depths of winter when in my little bedroom I would hear her laughter downstairs; it filled me with a sense of well being and a warmth you could only get from a cuddle. It didn’t matter if Jack Frost came and paid a visit later that night for when morning came and I awoke someone had tucked me in so tight I was ‘mummified’ with the weight of a flannelette sheet, two thick woolen blankets, a quilted eiderdown, a candlewick bedspread and my Mom’s best coat.Sometimes we would ‘wag’ a day off school to get some school shoes and instead of catching the bus for a treat we would go into Brum by train and have my favourite Egg and Chips at New Street Station before going to the Co-op for the shoes that other stockiest didn’t carry in my size. Afterwards we would we go to the Odeon to see a film, sometimes sharing a Midland Counties ice screen tub. Mom would make a scoop for herself from the tub’s cap. She was always full after two scoops and always left me to finish it off.
It was clear to me that I was the favourite; I never once doubted that and only recently proudly mentioned it to my sister. Jane, tried to put me right, she said she had been the favourite, always had been and always would have been the apple of their eye. My brother Dick 11 years the senior corrected us both in a manner that dad always did. He gave a wry smile and slowly winked. He didn’t speak much, a man of few words but just rocked his slipper on the end of his toe in that annoying manner which was his own. When it came to slipper rocking he reined supreme. He didn’t feel he needed to assert that he was the favourite he smugly swung his slipper nonchalantly with the annoying grin of a first born
Nevertheless, as I left them I knew they were both wrong, I was the favourite.
Why else would they have taken this waif and stray into their home that Christmas time?
