I hauled The Husbands suit holder upstairs this morning. He hadn't been anywhere I had. Last night I attended a Fashion Show at The Chesterfield Hotel in London, sporting a beautiful cream Karen Millen 3 piece. Consequently I'd travelled up to London in jeans to change into the speaker they were expecting when I arrived.
As I climb the stairs, I'm talking The Husband through last nights events, the lights, the cameras, the dresses – all very glitzy stuff. Absent mindedly I drag the suit holder into our bedroom and start to lay it flat on the floor to empty everything out, just as The Husband waves his hand...
Husband 'Don't lay it there, put it in the hallway instead'
Me 'Why?'
Husband 'I'm just going to do my push-ups'
Me 'You do push-ups?' (Look of genuine disbelief sweeps across my face)
Husband 'Yes' (ever so slightly defensively)
Me 'I had no idea you did push-ups' (He can't be serious!)
Husband 'Oh yes, then after the push-ups, I do my sit-ups'
Me 'Don't give me that!' (Now I know he's having a laugh)
Husband 'Straight up!' (he's serious!)
Me 'Well, I never knew you did push-up's!' (For once, I'm speechless)
I mutter to myself watching The Husband as he starts his morning ritual.
Me ''Do you know I had absolutely no idea you did this in the morning!'
(Husband can't reply – he's doing push-ups)
Just as he finishes and changes position for the sit-ups I grab my opportunity for more info
Me 'When did you start this?'
Husband 'Yesterday!' he replied

That's men for you......always full of surprises.
Posted by: Joan | April 05, 2009 at 09:49 AM