This week my husband gave me flowers, and before you go all doe eyed or soppy about that let me first share the accompanying conversation that went with them:
The Big Fella: “I got you some flowers”
The Big Fella: “They are Proteas”
Me: “??????? And?”
The Big Fella: “Some guy who grows them brought them into work”
The Big Fella: “He had a glut of them”
Me: “So, you brought me flowers, because……?”
The Big Fella: “because…….[pause]…..they were free”
You’ll note that because the protea is such a large flower that he only had to ‘struggle’ home with two free flowers to fill a vase.
I suppose I should be grateful, after 23 years of marriage it’s probably a good thing that honesty is winning out over easily faked romance?!!