My wife’s proposed outing sounds suspiciously like a dress rehearsal for old age It is Saturday and, at my wife’s insistence, we are spending the morning gardening. “You’re not really doing anything,” she says, looking up from her weeding.“It’s February,” I say. “There’s nothing to do.” Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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