Strangely, maybe cos I'm getting old, or is it cos we're out bush and the girls don't tart themselves up, or maybe cos I rarely go out, or cos she's great, and we like each other.
Or we've become boringly settled?
I don't know.
It's good but.
Occasionally one will spot a splendid example of a mountain miss, a delectable yet diminutive darling,
A spinner from the valley, a stunner from above.
And look and sigh and think
"Yup, she's gorgeous.
But I wouldn't risk what I've got for anything.
We're cool. We've got a routine.
She does what she wants. I do what I want.
Works........
WTF it could all change in 20 years.