Kev and I are not married.
This site is spreading malicious rumours to the contrary.
Neither do we cohabit - except on holiday (I know I know).
After 8 years of sharing a house in the late 80s and early 90s we split in anger. Then we made up. The new arrangement worked very well.
Some of my friends have unconventional lifestyles.
Friend C (posh and skint) lives with her ex boyfriend. He took her back as an economic expedient. She has other partners for sex - he can’t be bothered.
Friend A and Ron (married last year) share sex, a posh apartment and glittering chandeliers - but not a bedroom.
So what are the advantages of having your own front door? Well there’s the obvious ones like control of the remote, the drink and the duvet.
I have no wish to share my space with 4 guitars, 3 bikes and too many sweaty socks. Even a talented guitarist (Kev?) doesn’t sound great when practising the same riff over and over at midnight.
But it’s the subtleties that seem to be important.
It’s quite tiring always having to worry about offending or ignoring your partner or being offended or ignored by him.
Is it alright if I just....?
Will you be OK if I just …?
I’m just going to the …… back about …
I’m meeting friend B later - won’t be late.
Well yes - we’ll watch Dave all night if you really want to.
Sometimes you just want to check your blog, stare at the wall or sit for 3 hours in front of a film that a simple bloke would not appreciate.
But there have been recent changes to the living arrangements - NO don’t be daft - we aren’t going to cohabit.
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