So far, it's been interesting...Monday was our first proper day. So he went and got drunk. Actually, because he was upset. But I then had to put up with him being drunk. Later he thanked for me my patience and understanding; I didn't have the heart to tell him I was doing it to demonstrate that I am the indispensable good girlfriend.
The last two days have been pleasant. He has come home and we have sat in the garden eating and drinking in moderation - today I had a bottle of Isle of Arran blond, with my meal.
After eating we potter in the garden - watering, feeding, trimming. Today he taught me how to water the garden, until it dawned on me I have been watering this garden since the summer of 1996 and for four summers previous to that I maintained a planter garden on my balcony. I actually learnt to water a garden in the 60s, when I had a little red watering can with a little yellow rose and a picture of a little girl watering a garden etched in relief...
He watches the TV, I sit on the computer, and wander in for bleeding chunks of the match or the news. With him on the sofa and me at the computer we can see each other and talk to each other. It seems to be working. Except, for some reason, I keep excusing myself to go to the loo, rather than just going. That will start annoying me soon!
