My wife tells me that she believes that one of the reasons that we chug along merrily together is that we still have the ability to surprise each other. When she says that I have surprised her ( short of creeping up behind her with an inflated paper bag) it’s a surprise to me – I am, after all, just being myself.
Today is her birthday and being the good husband I am I enquired as to what she might like for her birthday dinner, cooked by moi ! I had in mind a medium rare steak, trimmings, and a fine bottle of Clavis 2000 which has been looking for an excuse to join us at the table.
“Pizza, hot pepperoni pizza. Oh, and salad.”
“Not steak? Sea bass? Not pan-fried scallops on a samphire base drizzled in lemon and thyme followed by organically-reared and thoughtfully named sirloin steak seared over gently brazing coals heated by the breath of a 1000 beautiful maidens – washed down by the succulent nectar of Roman Gods sieved through the socks of budding cherubs – with crumble to follow?”
“No, pizza….and a bottle of Stella”
SurpriseD. See ! Oh well, it is a school night and she will be home late so no heavy meal required.
But I wouldn’t have guessed pizza !
I could always surprise her by doing steak though.