I do understand the why's of my situation but I need a reminder why I still love the old bugger. He's my best chum, we laugh at the same jokes (repeatedly) we both adore our DC but this evening he's bitching about Spotify being dull -- and he has a headache, and it's rained for six weeks with very short stops of sun, and I am irritated by him being cross. And my very expensive glasses fell out of my pocket walking the dog in a downpour earlier so I need to replace them. I walked my route again (twice) and came home soaked to the skin without finding them. We're both nearer 70 than 60. Today has been crap. Just grumbling, really. Feel free to grumble with me!