Regular readers will know that Sarge likes to play Go. He plays it online and is also a member of a local club. Though I believe the first rule of Go club is you don’t talk about Go club. Anyway. We’ve traipsed around game shops looking for what Sarge calls ‘a real Go board’ and even the right wood so he can make his own. A few weeks ago, we sat down to watch The Go Master, a biopic of…
I’m getting old. And I don’t care. I’m not going out with Sarge anymore. Because we’re too busy staying in. I can’t remember the last time I went to a club. These days, the highlight of my Friday night is a new episode of Come Dine With Me. And that’s OK. Take this weekend for example. For about five minutes, Sarge and I thought we’d make our own wedding invitations. We got a penguin stamp and a butterfly stamp and…
Today is World Penguin Day. Sarge loves penguins. If he had a spirit animal, a brother or a higher power, they would all be penguins. They are all penguins. I have only just recently established that he loves me more than penguins. Here are some reasons why that may be the greatest compliment I could ever receive. 15. When we first started dating, he gave me Death and the Penguin. He called it Required Reading, and said if I didn’t…
And so, as I was saying, a few weekends ago, Sarge and I took Frodo-Bob ring-shopping. Maybe it was the complimentary champagne they gave us in the first shop, but the third ring I tried on made me cry. It was as if it had always been there. I (grudgingly) left it to traipse around other shops. But every other ring looked like costume jewellery. Which has its place, but not on your wedding finger. And there was no more…
