Little things mean a lot
Romance dies
the day thoughtful gestures and courtesies are no longer a part of daily life.
A bowlful of blueberries, a slice of buttered challah toast, a pomegranate carefully
smashed to release the seeds and juice are all niceties to be accepted
graciously. A wink to share a secret moment, a blanket pulled over cold knees,
a touch on the shoulder in passing are familiar loving gestures. Little things
mean a lot.
Barry has
just returned from an overnight stay and presented me with a cellophane packet containing
a white plastic knife, two cream crackers, a foil-wrapped pat of butter and a small
sealed cuboid of (probably) Cheddar cheese. I was a bit peckish so I ate the
offering. The fact that he didn’t want it is neither here nor there.
Who says romance is dead?
Now that is really romantic.
ReplyDeleteHa ha!
DeleteWhoever said romance was dead? I, the Tigger, presented mice and birds to my loved ones. Xxx Mr T
ReplyDeleteGreater love hath no cat than he capture small creatures for his humans.
DeleteNot me. It takes many forms and has many different voices but it is alive and well. xx
ReplyDeleteYes, it does x x
DeleteHi Janice - wonderful to read ... fun! Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hilary. Hope you're fully recovered now x
DeleteHere we say, it's the thought that counts, even if it is a pack of crackers. Enjoy the treat from one who thought of you.
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