NOTE: This story is not mine, it is courtesy of my long time e-mail friend whom we will call “botned”.
It was Tuesday; on Tuesday Arthur took particular pleasure in doing the shopping because on that day he also prepared the evening meal for himself and for Agnes. They had been together now for over forty years; and since retiring four years previous, Arthur’s and Agnes’s lives had achieved a carefully designed order. Monday was bingo night at the Labour club, Tuesday they stayed in and watched TV from the six ‘clock news until one or both of them fell asleep. Wednesday they went again to the Labour club but didn’t play bingo (as Arthur said to Agnes, “You can have too much of a good thing, let’s have special nights for bingo”, Agnes agreed on that issue, they seldom if ever argued, did Arthur and Agnes). The week went on and things were done on a given day as they had been done since the couple figured out what they would do in a world full of so many things to do. Read more