Married life is full of acceptance, at least from the female side of things. You accept all you other half says and does, although you do not have to support it all. Now that Mr. Swiss is no longer at home, in a golden oldie refuge, he is not far away and I still respond to his cries of help. Today I got a message on my phone whether he might have a pair of training shoes (Puma or adidas) as he would need them in his newly discovered life. I then proceeded to clear out the cupboards and cleaned up his 16 pairs of such shoes, all in his size and in excellent condition as I do not think he had worn them more than once or twice. I the took photos of all 16 pairs and sent them to him in his golden oldie enclave for approval. I hope he was not disappointed that there were no Puma or Addidas, but there was a Rebok amongst them and even a pair of Sketchers. As I do not think he is going to train for the golden oldie games I am of the opinion that a light pair of Sketcher shoes would do the job.

He replied that on my next visit I should bring a selection with me, which of course I will. I discovered that you are never really separated, and as a woman I again accepted his wishes, although I was at home today. It was our local paper and cardboard collection day and that was something he had to accept.