|
My wife doesn't really understand me. Its ok, its not some Loose Women- type confessional, she doesn't get why I'll happily go out for 6 hours in the pouring rain, miles from anywhere. What do I get from going birding, rather than say, going for a pub lunch with my spouse.
While I know the answer, or at least, am satisfied with the vague, amorphous answer that I usually produce, my wife never really understands, as much sa she will try.
Recently, though, I've started...
|