or rather rain = no romance.
Today my husband and I were going to go on a date. We never get to do this because normally we both work and at the weekend Munchkin is with us. However, I am now on maternity leave so I thought it would be a nice idea to meet up on a Friday for lunch. I got really quite excited about this and even put on proper make up….
Except that all of a sudden, a massive thunderstorm started. Don’t get me wrong, I love thunder and lightening, in fact I find it positively romantic.
What is not romantic is a husband who needs to get to the aforementioned date on his motorbike with no protective rain gear.
So we cancelled.
Like rational, married people do.
No point in my husband getting soaked.
My reaction, which I think is strongly influenced by being 900 years pregnant, is
“I guess the days when men used to cross countries for a date with me are long gone…”
I’m off to make a ham sandwich instead 😉