Mummyology

I remember being told that the things you find charming about someone in the early days, quickly become irritants. I am so pleased to say that this hasn’t happened between Ed and I. No, instead, the things that irritated me in the early days continue to irritate me, but thankfully not at an inflated level. In fact now, they are more like mild irritants; less like concentrated bleach on the skin and more like your standard kitchen spray. I think that’s a good thing, it means I am calm when he insists that I’ll love what he’s eating, even when it’s roll mopped herring, shoveled it into my protesting mouth in the same way we force mashed mush into Sonny’s. My friends wonder how 2.5 years down the line I still don’t understand the strategy behind a perfectly stacked dishwasher, despite daily teachings, and I say it’s because when the teachings commence, I feel my body and my brain shut down and go into reserve power, like a laptop going into standby, just about sustaining life but incapable of taking in any new information.