Thursday night is local Jazz in the Park night. I like to go, to take a bottle of wine and a picnic. I try to meet my mother and her husband there as a weekly ritual.
Sometimes my Thursday day off doesn’t eventuate and then I won’t prepare an elaborate spread: it’s wine and chocolate and buy a hotdog.
Yesterday BF was working late and he joined us once he had finished. Lots of people there and after he’d found me it was suggested that he go and buy a couple of hotdogs. Lots of greetings and smiles all around.
He walked off about twenty metres, turned around and strode purposefully over to me, bending down. He kissed me hard and said how good it was to see me.
I just love the fact that it registered with him that he hadn’t kissed me on arrival and rather than do it later, he came all the way back.
He pays attention to me and that’s what its all about.