AB is a pretty good golfer - I can't really say how much, because I don't know, and he cant' spend as much time on it as required - you know, he has to bring home the bacon and whatnot.
But I know he's pretty good and I hear others talk about it, and I often read good things about him, and it makes me happy to know he's really really good at something. Pride, you know.
So for a good 2yrs leading up to this year, he planned a trip away. A tour to pay his way, and he was going to try and qualify. It didn't matter if he got in or not, the thrill was in the doing, the trying, the being there, the history, the story.
The trip has long been booked, dates set, eagerly anticipated ( well, not by me exactly, i'm home doing the solo-parent thang again ).
And for the first time, since all those years ago when we were dating.
They changed the dates.
I feel so sad :(
I just called AB to see if it was 'ok' to blog about, and he laughed and said he was over it .. but gee, if it were me ... ... anyway.
He's making it up by spending the time in Fromelles.
AB has just about read every book on WWI, and his grandfather is there, somewhere. He was very sad when we went to France in 2003 and he thought it would be a simple train ride, not a day-trip away .. so he will go there this time and pay his respects and love it.
AB is 40 this year. He's been bloke-joking this trip is his present to himself: No wife, no kids, ha-ha. It wasn't supposed to get back to me, but I know WIVES of blokes, and they tell me things.
Ahh, my teamsters, my spies :)
Not that i'm insulted
It just lets me plan for MY reward for my 40th ? ;)
