All married men know the scenario. You are sitting down minding your own business when your wife asks a question and you sense that your life is about to turn to dust…
We were watching aΒ TV programme about people trying to make themselves look ten years younger. They had done the first bit, which is asking people in the street how old they think the subjects are.
At that point Julia turned to me and said “How old would you say I was if you didn’t know?”
Time ground to a halt. The foundations of my life shook. The atmosphere cooled…
Fortunately this wasn’t my first time in a tight spot.
It is always best, I feel, to go in roughly five years low. There are no prizes for accuracy in this area.
However, do not go too low or you will be accused of lying.
(These guidelines only apply where you actually know how old people are, if in doubt go at least ten years younger to be on the safe side.)
And that, dear reader, is how I escaped from a tricky situation and made my wife happy.
(I was, of course, helped considerably by the fact that we met forty years ago and she doesn’t seem a day older to me. She says much the same about me, apart from the fact that that her remarks revolve around me failing to grow up. It’s much the same sort of thing.)
It’s when he says: “we’re both getting older” yeah, not great since I’m 11 years YOUNGER!
We are all getting older, it’s just that some of us started earlier. π
Soooo, I assume things went well? I have no idea anymore what age I look like, but it’s probably pretty close to my age. I don’t think I’d ask anyone what they thought, though.
Yes, I escaped to live another day. π
It’s a tricky subject.
Nice work. Mrs T said to me today that she thought that she looked like a criminal lunatic in a certain photograph. I made the mistake of agreeing with her.
Tricky…
I’m not sure how I would have got out of that one.
I had trouble reading past the first paragraph – I was laughing too hard!
Always good to start with a laugh! π
WHEW!
π With age comes a measure of cunning…
The main problem is actually remembering the true age π
That’s easier than remembering the date of her birthday π
My biggest problem is wedding anniversaries on both 1st and 2nd of March. π
I can see that is a problem – dates which are close are very, very tricky. I speak from experience of confusing birthdays…
It took me about 40 years to remember my mumβs birthday!
Better late than never. Of course, once you get to 40 it’s time to start forgetting again…
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Haha, yes that line, βI need to ask you something,β or even worse, βI need to talk to you.β Probably dates back to when our Mum said it and you knew youβd been caught. Obviously youβre an accomplished escapist π Well done
Yes, my mother came from a long line of women who were skilled in striking fear into the hearts of their menfolk.
Haha, brilliant, I wonder what has gone wrong?
That would depend on your point of view. π
Actually,this strikes me as a sweet story. Well done!
π You always look for the good in me, don’t you.
Quercus, I see a lot of good in you.
π Thank you.
Congratulations, Quercus!
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