Talking...

He’s never been one for talking, it isn’t his way. Some people are good at talking, some at listening. They say I’m the talker, but I don’t care. I like to talk. You talk, you learn... although some say, you listen, you learn more. It’s not as if he’s in his shell. He’s always been there for me, a great support. The family have always said he’s my consort, although my daughter-in-law says he’s my slave. But then she’s never really liked me much. Well, all I say is if he’s a slave then he’s happy that way.