It could help spotty memories.
The local sports club had a Glühwein affair yesterday afternoon, to which my first reply was;
" What? There is a local sports club? "and then Bob explained to me that it was the youth rather than the more older lot. He wanted to attend and organized with his friend to go. I stayed home for two reasons...it was jolly cold outside and a husband needs to go off on his own too.
The event was in Eisenberg - Weinberg, which is about 3 kilometers from us. With foresight I had suggested for Bob to take a torch with him. People like to stay late and it's good to be able to walk home if needed.
Somehow I settled in for a quiet evening and to my surprise, Bob came home rather early and with a new mindset...Honestly, I was rather proud of him for walking home ( which he said he did, but did he really? ) as it was minus 12 degrees and pitch black. Oh yes, he grudgingly thank me for the torch advice!
As you know, I walk most mornings and have given up trying to influence the Bobster ( perhaps I should try it Russian style a la social media ) to walk with me. He is fond of every excuse in the book from he having to do the dishes to his little toe having a gouty twinge. Never mind, I got the drift.
Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather last night:
" Schatzi, I'm going to walk with you tomorrow morning. I actually felt good walking home just now. "Good grief, where is the real Bob? He did have a few Glühweins last night, so as we speak, I am reminding him of his promise and honestly, it would help vastly to have had a recording of his promise.
As I look out the window, I can see my darling husband praying for a strong wind, rain or some other deal breaking event...