I love Pink. Not the colour (it washes me out) but the singer. If I put aside my contempt for the way her name is written (P!nk? Really?) she’s on my Top Ten Best Chicks List, which is another blog post entirely.
I know it’s not cool to like her anymore but who am I kidding? I stopped being cool back in 1993, and even that was debatable. One person’s Doc Martins and second-hand, men’s three piece suits are another person’s laughing stock.
There are many great P!nk (oh, alright then) songs but the one which springs to mind lately is “Leave me Alone (I’m Lonely)”. She sings about the deliciousness of missing someone tempered with the occasional downright frustration of living with someone, every day.
What she said.
Hubby is away. He’s got some work out of town, necessitating air travel, so for the last three months he’s commuted weekly. The jury’s still out on whether I like it or not. I’m not sure I’ll ever make my mind up. We collect him from his flight on a Friday afternoon and deliver him back to the airport on Sunday evenings. Weekends are jam-packed – we only have two days!
He’s a great cook. So I miss that. But on the other hand, I’ve learned to cook steak – I am nearly fifty and cooked my first steak this week. It wasn’t bad, although I won’t be taking on BBQ duties anytime soon (I’m much better with the salad, and the wine).
The washing takes less time, the bed is easier to make, the TV is permanently on my favourite channels and our electric bill has decreased. But – and this comes with a sense of relief – I’d rather have him here. Which is saying something. I thought the TV thing might be a deal breaker.
