Rambles from World's End

Today, 10 October 2023, the Mauritian and I celebrate 25 years of marriage. We have talked, argued, agreed and disagreed, we have cajoled, convinced, pleaded and ignored, and we have laughed, screamed, yelled and cried our way through those 25 years. Together! Looking back over that time we have managed to create so many memories. We don’t seem to remember the same memories the same way, but, we managed to create a lot of them! We have disagreed about so much more then we have agreed about. We have very different views on parenthood, but our girls are polite, respectful and well balanced. I hope! We like different music, movies and people. Okay, okay, I like a lot fewer people than the Mauritian does. The Mauritian likes being surrounded by people and socialising, I like my own company best. We have very different attitudes about, well, everything. The Mauritian loves to cook, the kitchen and I barely tolerate one another. The Mauritian resets himself in the gym, ...

In a run of generosity my eyes only opened at half past five this morning instead of half past three, an extra two hours sleep really fills the energy bar up. Usually I'll use the quiet of the early morning hours to write or read but this morning as the sun was up I thought I'd get up and use the time to do my chores and a few secret things before the girls began to stir. I got off to a good start, hung out the washing emptied the dishwasher, sorted the rubbish bags and recycling for collection, made the Mauritian's breakfast and switch on the kettle for coffee. Then it all turned to custard! With the rising of the offspring came the carnage! It was a silent attack at first, both trying to fit onto one beanbag to sit and look at the newly acquired fishes in a tank. With the growing rivalry came the whining which prompted mediation, separation and breakfast. Apparently it is not wise for the mediator to have a shower at these fragile times, on emerging clean and refreshed...