In Malto - Madness

Yesterday’s post reminded me off the months between my leaving home to join MTL and marrying him. We spent long evenings catching up on the thirty years we had been apart. I decided I wanted to tell him everything – no matter what - and I did – every last little indiscretion although looking back I think I did most of the talking. The trouble with secrets they have a nasty habit of resurfacing when you least expect it, and bite you in the bum.

For whatever reason MTL decided he wanted to replace all my jewellery, we are not talking the Crown Jewels here, but as a result, apart from Gran’s cameo and the odd present from the shop’s success - I threw the rest in the dust bin. I know, I know I should have given it to charity but it seemed the time for a grand gesture and much whiskey had been consumed.

It was just one of those things one does in the madness of the moment – I don’t regret it and neither of us drink whiskey any longer.