Where does the time go?

Gawd, it is almost 2010!
The older I get, the quicker the years seem to fly by, yet it is sobering to realise that Chris and I have been together for a decade now.
I know I don't wax too lyrically about Chris on the blog. In actual fact I am careful not to refer to him to excess as professionally he does not like to be splashed over the internet in a light which is not purely confined to Stroke research and his University life.
Yet, occasionally I think it is important to put flesh to his blog confined bones, as I am sure that an intermittent reader may be forgiven to think that he does not actually exist in my chicken filled, allotment obsessed country life.
I drive Chris potty from time to time; I am bossy, opinionated,slightly obsessional and very middle aged......he is forceful,opinionated, work obsessed and an intermittent smoker ( with the highs and oh so many lows that accompanies nicotine withdrawal). We banter constantly, fight occasionally and after a decade we both know that we are together for life.

All this self discussion was sparked off my a phone in on radio, I was listening to this morning as I was picking a stubborn tick from out of Gladys' ear. The discussion was centred around partnerships and was a humorous exploration of those "little things" that do your head in, when in relationships!

Chris cannot close a cupboard door after he has opened it, nor can he ever tidy up after himself. He is incredibly loud and "artistic" at times (think of Brian Blessed), sulks at the drop of a hat and has no idea of how to treat dogs on their own doggy levels, yet, of course, I wouldn't change him for anyone.
The glue the binds couples together is subtle and invisible for most of the time. Our own relationship ,to me it is neither a saccharine and sugar frosted partnership nor a partnership of necessity, it is, I know something deeper, more realistic, yet can be taken for granted, especially after ten years together.
My grandparents made nearly 60 years together, given our late start, my blood pressure (still down by the way), his stressful work life and our ages, it is unlikely that we will reach that milestone, but I suspect we will give it all a good go!

hey ho!

7 comments:

  1. I don't know if Mike would be keen on me blogging about him. He complained I had no pic of him on there, but he doesn't like me to take his picture. We've had our ups and downs (who doesn't?) but our relationship is good.

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  2. You opinion about hunting would not upset or offend me. People believe what they believe. I'm just willing to agree to disagree.

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  3. When we know we've found a partner for life (thick&thin) there is a surety that can't be denied.

    I've got to say I'm so glad Chris is doing stroke research. My father died after his stroke at age 71yrs.(type1 diabetic). Researchers are no less heros than firemen, police, etc. Thank him for me please.x-c

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  4. oh how I know, we're alike, we're very different, and yet I guess Mike and I fill some each others voids. What do you love most about Mike? that he's laid back. What do you dislike most about Mike? that he's so damned laid back!

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  5. the universal truths exposed once again as only you can . . . ain't love grand!!!!! . . . hope you aren't sleeping with the pigs, it was rather juicy :0) peace

    p.s. dam* cold here last night, weasel got in my coup, think I only lost one hen (she was headless) - always on the coldest night of the year, we have no snow either - the moon also changed last night, do you see more predator activity o a moon change night?

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  6. makes me think of my grandparents, wished i had known them more

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  7. Aaaah,ain't love grand? Hubby & I are complete opposites, but completely devoted. Those of us who know unquestionably that we have found our life partners are blessed indeed. :0D Had to giggle at your guinea fowl chick rescue! I know how hard escapees of any breed can be to catch LOL!

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