Me and the Missus are in St Ives for a few days. As per usual when travelling with the Missus via Reading, we have experienced a two-hour delay and a six-hour journey is now taking eight hours.
On
the plus side, as we travel through Cornwall, it is kicking-out time at school
and lots of quite posh children are getting on and off the train with musical
instruments.
I
turn to the Missus and comment: ‘We’re surrounded by musical youth and we are
passing the Duchy on the left-hand side. If only we had a song to remember the
occasion…’
She
sighs and gives me a look that is part-pity and part-despair.
I feel guilty and
immediately apologise.
‘I’m
sorry. You could have married a funnier or a cleverer one. You must feel
cheated…’
She
smiles, before replying: ‘I’m not worried about funny or clever. I would have
liked richer, though.’ Ouch!
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