I read somewhere that a sign of being in love - or maybe just a mutual attraction - was that a couple would frequently look into one another's eyes and smile.
That can't have been happening much in this house.
"Why?" you may ask.
Well, today Bear asked me to look through his Christmas letter which he had struggled to type on the computer.
There was one part that made me sit up and take notice. He was writing about my cataract operations last January and claimed that since then I have not worn glasses except for reading.
I looked a him in surprise.
"What do you mean by saying I don't wear glasses?"
"Well you don't, do you. Except when you're reading."
"What are these then?" I asked, pointing to my specs - the ones he came to the opticians with me to choose and then collect. The ones I have been wearing since March. The ones I often clean with wet wipes after I've cleaned his.
"But I've seen you walking about without glasses" he protested.
That's strange because he's usually snoring when I get up, although, yes, I can now manage in the bathroom without any artificial aid whereas previously I had to put my contact lenses in before having a shower as my thick glasses would get steamed up.
I'd be the first to admit that I'm no oil painting but hasn't he really looked at me for nearly a whole year or am I just an invisible servant who provides his food and does his washing and ironing?
Despite the weather the tree outside is as decorated as it is going to be. We have had to dodge the wind and the rain to get this far and having seen that the tree opposite is losing it's tinsel already, our decorations are tied on with wool and string.
CC spent the evening decorating and today I did the baking(homemade mincemeat - minus suet - because the French don't know what it is) and Jay bought some wine and spices for our traditional family celebration when the tree is up - mulled wine and mince pies.
