“Will you put on your nurse’s uniform for me?” I plead with Rob. “You know, with the push-up bra and the fish-net stockings and the little red fuck-me pumps?”

“And the bare behind,” she adds, egging me on.

“Ooh, and the bare bottom, too,” I coo.

And then we have a little chortle, and I swallow my cough medicine, and she tucks in the sheets, because I am in bed on the day before Valentine’s Day, with a horrible cold, a head full of cotton-wool and gunpowder, and enough phlegm in my throat and my nose to seal a doorway.

That’s one of the things about living together, for almost a decade: the old jokes become ritualised. Their humour is in the repetition, the reminder: they have become a code, a bond, a staple. So, how many times have we played this movie? We smile at our own foolishness.

And we smile also, I suppose, because we are older, and the temptations and fantasies that might have quickened the blood in our thirties or forties or even our fifties have turned into stories: not life, but memoirs.

Meanwhile life does go on, and when I rise from this sick-bed I’m going to make it up to my wife, on Valentine’s Day.

Posted by Glen Fisher

Writer, photographer. Education and skills consultant.


  1. Loved this! I can see the two of you now, replaying this scene in my head. Enjoy your Valentine’s Day and get some rest, so you feel better soon. Love to ou both.❤️💑🍷❤️😺



    1. Happy Valentine’s to you too, from both nurse and patient 🙂



  2. Gets right up to the edge of TMI, by today’s standards. 😉

    Hope that today there is a spring in your step nothing but air in your longs, and much love in your heart.



    1. Well thank you, and may your buds of romance all be blooming 🙂



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