Between my shifts and family commitments, Mrs. Kinch and I haven't seen each other in a couple of days, so it was very nice to have dinner together today for the first time in what seems like an age.
The only thing that could make it better was having my prejudices confirmed, so when Mrs. Kinch came home from the supermarket with a bottle of French wine that went by the charming name Froglet I laughed myself sick; it couldn't be more French if it was wearing a beret, eating cheese and setting fire to sheep in the front room.
Hi Eamon,
ReplyDeleteLove it! And happy you and your wife had some time to reconnect over dinner. It's one of the nicest, and perhaps most underrated, parts of marriage.
Best Regards,
Stokes