Well, as things went, we never got to the summer house. Both of us slept in, and once the day commenced and it was near 11 before we even had gotten started, we opted to forego the trip in favor of a different plan. Spent the money saved on stuff throughout the day – notably books from a yard-sale, lots of interesting titles. ‘Anne Franks Diary’, amongst them, and the story, in her own words, of Natascha Kampusch’s ordeals being held captive for years on end. Great to have the time to rummage through the shelves there – no regrets about the stuff we brought back, only that it’s a shame that used books are double the price here on Sealand than in Jutland.
Walked the dog for an hours, to tire it for the evening where we’d planned to go out. Great walk and talk btw. Drove to Næstved and dined at ‘Ronnies Restaurant’, a thai-place that TripAdvisor recommended. Then went to the movies, saw ‘The Intern’ with Robert De Niro and Anne Hathaway at the BioCity by the canal. Nice enough flick, too.
So much for a day of tending to the relationship, never strayed far from each other. So I didn’t mind much that we never got going to the other place, it added up just the same. We’ve been doing great as a couple all these years with kids around, in as much as we’ve sought to prioritize doing stuff together, even if it’s just watching an episode of some dumb tv-show. At least that’s my take on it, I can only hope V feels the same, I guess. So it’s not like we’ve abused the relationship, of course it’s also been helpful that we haven’t stressed it by running two careers. In some ways I think days like these reflect how our retired lives may be. If that’s so, no complaints shall be heard from yours truly.