Jurgen

I blog about things I have an opinion about.  I am good at having an opinion and more often than not my opinion if right.  In my head. 

I used to write for just me.   Then I started to post my blog to Facebook and much to my genuine surprise people seemed to like it.  I then had the fear that I would write to make people like me but found that that's impossible for me, I write what I feel and I just know what to write and when.  I want people to like what I write but it's ok if they don't.

This blog is more of an ode to the one I love.   It wont appeal to all and it will feel like a brag fest to some but its been playing on my mind for a while and when that happens I need to get it down.

This weekend we went to Lymington in the caravan with the children and our neighbours.  We had a lovely couple of days but then the weather turned,  and gale force winds came in and it all became a little bit nasty.

At 4.30am today the wind was so horrific that it took our awning down.  Ripped it almost right off the side of our caravan.   All our things were in there.  Our dog, our food, some clothes, our shoes, the buggy, coats etc etc...

Jurgen heard the awning go and jumped out of bed and he was gone.  I ambled to get some clothes on and followed him.  He was out there in just his t shirt and pants with a giant awning flapping about in hurricane Charlie, trying to save our stuff single handed.  Luckily, like a superhero, our neighbour appeared (fully dressed) and together with Connor, they managed to take the awning down and get the stuff into our car.  All in the cold, wet and dark.

It took them at least half an hour and the weather was atrocious but they didn't complain, not once.

When it was all over and our neighbour had gone,  I  made a cup of tea and we were sat in our bed, with the light on chatting, it suddenly occurred to me what this man would do for me and our family without blinking. 

He just does things like this, on a much smaller scale admittedly, daily.    I don't mean lifesaving, superhuman things.  I just mean considerate things that make my life so much easier and this weekend has made me realise that I  do take it for granted.

He always clears up the toilet business when we go camping.  He traipses all the way to the sluice and gets rid of all of our whatever's and never moans, or asks me to do it. 

He always walks traffic side when we walk along a road, he always holds a door open for me and insists I go first, he always pushes the buggy when we are out, or always pushes the supermarket trolley when we are shopping. 

He appears to always listen to what I say and often surprises me with gifts of things that I have said I like.  He knows how much I love flowers and buys them for me a lot.  He seems to be constantly thinking of me and trying hard, daily, to make me happy.

This Christmas I got far too much.  Embarrassingly so, as his presents to me outweighed mine two to one.  But they were all thoughtful gifts that I had mentioned that I liked or I needed.  He takes great delight, apparently, in giving me things that make me smile.

The thing is this.  He isn't perfect.  FAR FROM IT.

He does bugger all around the house unless I nag until his ears bleed.    He'll take the washing up but not put it away.  He will clean the inside of the toilet, but not the outside.  He hoovers occasionally but only the spot where he has made a mess, not the entire room.  He has no idea what buttons to use on the washing machine.   He gets the children to unload the dishwasher.   His side of the bedroom is a shit hole but he moans like buggery at the children to keep their bedrooms tidy.  He is a mass of lazy hypocrisy but  I adore him. 

He may be housework lazy but he does all my DIY.  He is painfully slow at doing it but if I give him a deadline he generally gets it done.  And soon my entire house is going to be finished. 

He has the most annoying habit of waking me up every time he goes to the toilet overnight,  just to ask if I am ok.  Or to tell me that he loves me.  Or to ask me a questions about work or the likes.  I ask him not to do this because it interrupts my sleep but he continues to do it.   Every night.

He sorts the shit out with the cars and I sort the shit out with the finances. 

This weekend has made me realise that whatever we are doing it works for us.    I think he works far too hard at making me happy because, he obviously doesn't yet realise that I just am.  Happy.  Being with him.

I am not easy to live with and I know that.   But I do know that my day to day life is made so much easier by having Jurgen with me.  And he is a saint for putting up with me. 

And I am fully aware that there are people who's opinions will differ.   I know that.  Of course I do.  But I am still not interested ( I vaguely remember stating that my opinion is more often than not, right.)

So, if you managed to get this far.  Thank you.

I am not an agony aunt.  But  I really hope that you all feel some of  this on a day to day basis.  If you don't then, I dunno, maybe its time for a little rethink. 

Because when you meet a man/ woman who is more than happy to clear up your "whatever's" from the caravan toilet then, in my opinion, you have got it made...