Save a Wife

Not that she needs any saving of course. Just saving a picture of her is all. For posterity and that. That's what we do, us blippers, we save stuff.

It seems Saturday nights have changed for us. It used to be party night; beer, wine, nibbles, music, poker, talking pish. But not anymore. That was last week. Now it's long romantic walks down by the river in the evening dodging the sheep shit, then stopping at the fish and chip shop for a chip buttie.