In our relationship, I’m the dreamer... disorganised, airy-fairy, optimistic. Mrs H is my opposite, organised, concerned, a confirmed pessimist. We meet in the middle, working well.
But things have changed. No, no, no... I’m still an optimist, still a dreamer, but I need a change... and that change comes in my suitcase... a change of clothing ready for the off.
Mrs H’s case has been packed for weeks. It’s sitting there, waiting. Hopefully not for the inevitable, but certainly not for a holiday either.
Jimmies, socks, kecks, shirts, jeans. What more do I need?
Beer, wine, bottle-opener. Sorted!👍
Christopher 2 months ago
I prefer the term "realist" over "pessimist." I'm optimistic in a lot of areas, but not where my fellow man is concerned. Then I'm a "realist."