Colin and I were out today doing errands (buying tupperware and a weedwacker to be precise)
We were chatting about how we talk to one another, as I was remarking how even when there is just the two of us, I still use his name as a talk. . . “What do you think about ‘this’ Colin?” “What would you like for dinner Colin” “Colin pick up your socks in the bedroom”. Since he is usually the only one in the room the need for using his name is mute.
I asked him how often he uses my name in a day, and he says not very often. I’m puzzled, why not Colin? I ask him.
Well, saying “My wife” is a heck of a lot easier to explain than “Joey” – everyone thinks I’m in a gay partnership!
We ARE in Montreal, after all. . . .