Sunset on Hawaii Ironman

I think my husband is finally on to me! But, since we have been together for just a couple of months short of 40 years I cannot in fairness complain. For the last four or five weeks, whilst sorting through the dirty washing to gather the clothes into piles of dark or light colours before pushing them into the washing machine I have riffled through trousers and shorts pockets as all we women do, but there has not been a penny, let alone a fiver or better still a tenner. I don’t think I am alone in thinking that these are the fair spoils of accepting that HE does not do household washing let alone ironing. Still, I am a bit miffed about the total lack of a meagre amount of scavenging perks. These are without doubt the spoils of the war on equality and I have done quite nicely over those forty years living with a man who, even though he is a nice gentle soul, who is good company over dinner or to natter to on journeys, he is also my friend and favourite person to go out with anywhere from a movie to a West End show or to sit at home quietly holding hands watching TV with. Never in all those years, have I found anything as notable as the wad of £1500 tied up with an elastic band that a friend of mine found a couple of weeks ago in her husbands pocket in with the dirty work clothes thrown on the bathroom floor. She did actually wave it in front of his nose and ask him if he even new that the money had gone walkabouts. She thought that with that much money, that he might think that he had been robbed and maybe even called the police though she thought it was unlikely.

 

 

Having just got back from a very long journey home from Hawaii to London Heathrow, that because he was late booking it and all the bargains had gone and had taken the cheapest option left available, he had two stops both ways, with one very long connection time stuck in it. That was the downside. The up side was that he had three seats to himself on both of the long flight legs and did actually get some sleep. The downside for me was that he was wide awake when he arrived home just before midnight which to his holiday body clock was 1 pm, lunchtime.

 

 

 We are normally an early to bed and early to rise and go training household, but last night we were up quite late until he thought he could go to bed and actually sleep. He knows the dangers of old that are involved in waking me up when I am sound asleep. Miracle of miracles though he then slept straight through until 7am this morning but not ready in any way on waking, to go out for a run or bike ride. Jet lag always seems worse when travelling from west to east rather than east to west, that in our experience is easier to cope with provided that you force yourself to stay up until something very close to your normal bedtime in the area you have landed. I have been later to bed while Steve has been away anyway and with friends all insisting on looking after me, I have been out four times in the twelve nights which is quite unusual for me.

 

 

Now what is left to me it is just the sorting out of the things that he has thrown in every direction out of his suitcase; I do wish he wouldn’t do that but leave it ti me to do sensibly. He had at least squeezed, all dirty clothes into plastic bags when doing his return packing, so that they did not contaminate the unworn clean clothes. In fairness he didn’t take that much clobber but always takes his own pillow to sleep on and he had restricted himself to one bag. What was utterly amazing though, was that he had washed his favourite travelling trousers so that he could wear them for the return home. He had stayed in a little apartment that had just about everything that could possible be needed which meant that he was also able to iron the pants and the comfortable shirt too. That is a definite first; he has never done ironing in his life before.

 

 

In conclusion, he says that even though we have travelled to Hawaii five times now for a couple of weeks each time, that he still thinks it would be nice to go back at some time when race fever does not rule everything and do a bit of hiking here and there without the full Ironman circus dominating the place.