It was our anniversary last night.
A few choices were open to us. Meal out for two. Meal in with family. Meal out with family.
We went for the latter – a good thing because it meant that our central heatingÂ remained off for yet another evening. But I fear that today is the day. I’ve had a few warning signs already. Rubbing her upper arms vigorously and frantically and justÂ recently, she has taken to wearing a sort of sleeveless ski jacket in the house.
The heating is coming and when it does, it willÂ remain onÂ until late April and maybe even, May.
ThisÂ dayÂ that the heating comes back on is alwaysÂ grim.Â Arguably the worst day of the year. Signalling that summer is over and that only dark days lie ahead. Both in terms of rays from theÂ sun and the marital arguments that will rage aboutÂ thermostats.
Still it could be worse.
A mate of mine is in a marital wasteland.Â His wife insists on the heating being left onÂ through the night and in their bedroom alsoÂ – and because the bedroom becomes stuffy, she alsoÂ has the window open for the fresh air.
This would be my living nightmare – being unable to sleep forÂ the whirring of the gas meter – not to mention the heat.
Winter is coming. Men everywhere, prepare yourselves. Not with fleeces and thermal socks.
Prepare yourselves to acquiesce. To give in.
It’s the only way.